I taught him to gain greater sexual control through edging. Gripping my man’s lower shaft with his hand, using the tip of his tongue to lightly lick the top of the head of his erection in a slow circular motion. Or this?,” as Jimi spat on my man’s erection, my man groaning, “Yes,” finding it hot to see Jimi spit on him, some extra lube to keep things nice and smooth. Initially female friends, from early twenties to fifty, I loved showing them how big he was when erect and telling them, “I promised you he was almost ten-inches,” before they had him and he had them while I watched. Smearing oil over the insides of James’ thighs, then his muscly ass as he stood with his hands on the wall for support. “An instant turn on for you as soon as you look at his naked body? My man groaning in pleasure as he watched Jimi working on his throbbing erection. Your erection must be close to ten-inches and so thick.” It is he told me as I stroked it. Wanda and I were brimming with expectation, holding hands, our legs crossed as eye candy for the men, though they had little interest in us.
