Pulling back the covering hood, it felt about as big around as my little pinkie, and almost half as long as that finger. “I’m not ticklish,” she announced, prompting me to try poking a gain. Mature sex No, she laid it on me. “Do you feel better now?” she asked, “Is it empty ?”
“Oh yes, sweet baby,” I sighed to her, “that was very nice.”
“Mommy says when you relieve a man, it tames him,” she explained. She nodded yes and a soft reply, “uh-huh” escaped her lips. It was not hard to miss actually, a pretty big bump on an otherwise smooth expanse of lower belly, two of my fingers rolled the nub between them, her knees jerked a little further and her hips began to rock slightly back and forth on my lap, in time to my squeezing and tickling. She said when men have a bulge, it needs to be drained for relief or it really hurts them.
