I felt her opening her thighs wider and wider. Then, bringing them together, pumping and squeezing, opening and closing, she finally blew the big one and collapsed against me.

My balls were ready to burst.

She sagged against me, but I took her hand and opened my fly and up jumped my dick. I put her fingers on it. She gave it a squeeze.

"Poor baby," she said affectionately, as if speaking to my cock. "Mary Beth's been getting all the fun. Now it's your turn."

Wow!

She had professional fingers. My cock never got jerked off like that before. Frankly, I don't know exactly what she did, but it was pure perfection. First, just kind of dipping the tip of her finger into the slit, while letting another finger slowly stroke the vein down the back.

"Easy baby," she said. "Mama's gonna take real good care of you."

I felt the top of my skull starting to crawl. She played with it like it was a special toy she really loved. She would draw the foreskin slowly over the throbbing head, hold it there, squeeze softly, then slowly peel the foreskin back. Then, with just her thumb and forefinger, she gently stroked the head, back and front, round and round, gentle as caressing feathers. Rippling waves of pleasure ran up and down my cock. The head of my cock was jerking and throbbing. How that little girl could pull and caress my root. Wow!

I came in a wild spasming contraction of my hips, like I'd been hit from the blind side on a busted play. I thought I was going to roll out of the booth and take a mandatory eight count on the floor.

She caught my wrist and the next thing I knew she was taking care of the come around my cock with a napkin. I felt the top of my head come back and settle down on my skull. After a long moment she said, "Happy?"

"Mmmm."

"Feel good?"

"Mmmmm."