Glory holes in an arcade are a little harder to find these days. In days gone by just about every bookstore arcade had glory holes until the law and b...ble thumpers felt they had to impose their beliefs on the rest of us. I did however find one in my area that still has a few.I too have made some changes. 20+ years ago I was a young man in very good shape with what could be analyzed as a sex addiction. The only reason I went to the bookstores was to have some unknown person suck my cock through. I really didn't want her to wake up - I was already worried about her or Marci mentioning my extended hospital stay in front of Mom, or one of my friends - adding an inexplicable follow-up stay would have made everything that much harder - but fortunately, she calmed down after a minute or two."No," she said, and I sat back in disappointment. From cum-swallowing to blow-jobs was, I was fairly sure, a short path, but it didn't seem like I was going to be able to make that first step.I considered. All these years prior it would be me listening to his stories about girls on what he did and now the shoe was on the other foot. What was surprising to me in talking with Joe was his attentiveness.He listened to me as if every word I uttered were precious and he’s been waiting for this his entire life. I would talk, he would ask a few questions and it was like I could see the wheels turning in his head, such as chess player planning a few moves ahead. His words were a mixture of concern,. "With that, my sister's panties were yanked down to her ankles. I about died of a heart attack. My sister did indeed have the prettiest pussy I'd ever seen. Trimmed in hairs so golden, fading into a cute almost girlish little cleft. It was so swollen that you could just imagine the pinkness ready to blossom.I wondered what would happen next.I was an idiot. I thought that my fire was working some magic, that we were all going to lay down by the fire. Instead, Chloe did a staged sniff. "You're.