"You ready for this?" Phil asked."As ready I'm going to be. Not terrified, but there is a butterfly convention in my stomach." Remember to look at a p...int on the wall and try to tune the rest out. You'll be all right after a while." He said as they entered the dressing room where they found two thick terrycloth robes and some plush towels.Phil quickly stripped off his shirt, shorts and sneakers, donned the robe and went into the studio. Marcie stared in shock until she realized that his bathing. I moaned and patted his huge fat ass, as if to say it was too much, but sucked on his tip as best I could. He gripped himself at the base and slapped it against my face and cheek. I wanted him to cum, right where he was, right on my face. I think he wanted it too. I reached up, and as he squeezed himself from the base to his tip, I held his huge balls in one hand and with the other reached between his legs and stroked his wet, open asshole. His balls were like holding a softball and I lightly. They travel often, at least for a couple of weeks every quarter. The sexuality leanings of the country, well world, is rather astonishing as things change, and such discussions come out more and more in general conversations. Both Emma and Donald know that there is a large population who are not ready to join such discussions. Still, even that demographic is reading/hearing/considering what is being revealed.Which explains why Emma is in such demand to speak. Her emphasis on the emotional. "You are goddamn gorgeous, sweetness!" I howled. "Why don't you come on over here and let me get a good look at you."She laughed, licking her finger, then she rubbed her pierced right nipple surrounded by the tattoo of a silver, seven pointed star. Her eyes fluttered, and a soft moan escaped her lip. Her pink tongue flicked out, her hips shifted, and her other hand trailed down her body, going for that sweet hole between her legs. She gasped as she shoved two fingers into her tight hole,.