Ponytail32 Almost There...No!

:twisted: Yesterday morning was when it all began. I told my husband that I wanted to dig a new flowerbed in the garden, while he stayed inside cleaning and keeping an eye on the kids wearing his Device. Being at home means he has to take on the role of Mammy. As many know, digging into wet earth is tough work; it’s heavy and hard. Soon enough, my back began aching so I had to pause. The pain really set in that night, particularly in my legs. My husband offered to give me a massage once the children were down for sleep. So, when everyone else was tucked away—including us—and the kids were fast asleep, he started working on my legs. Being playful, I began moaning with enjoyment, which turned him on naturally. His Device got hard and sore as well. He grew frustrated by my pleasure-filled sounds and kept telling me to stop, saying it wasn’t fair that I was getting a massage while he didn’t get one in return. Feeling wonderful after the session, I decided to surprise him with a little rub of his own. I asked him to place his arms behind his back, retrieved my key, and to his joy, unlocked his Twinkie. He got hard very quickly; it wasn’t long before he was teetering on the edge, leaking some Pre-cum. Then I stopped and said, “That’s enough for you!” His reply came loud: “Nooooooo that’s not fair! I wanted to pop!” I told him firmly, “Nope. That is plenty. Go wash up now.”