Once hooked on pornography, I became addicted to it. And to masturbation, never failing to achieve orgasm after orgasm while masturbating and viewing ...he filthy photos on the Net.Then I discovered the stories. Oh my God how they turned me on. Even more so than the photos. It was the stories, written about slutty wives and the husbands who condoned and encouraged their wives' behavior that made me start questioning Jake's and my rather mundane lifestyle. Gathering up my courage, I decided to do. My sleep habits have got rather out of hand. I have been to sleep doctors and all have been quacks who hook me up to machines and measure how "well" I sleep. Most have no real definitive answer to why I sleep but don't get any rest. As I cuss my boss, my doctors, my lack of sleep I hear aloud crash, and feel my car jolt forward. As I regain my composure I thought that was odd considering I was at a 4-way stop sign with no other cars, or much sign of, well, intelligent life. I step out my car to. Mum told me how jealous of me she was when she saw his thick erection. Sarah told me on the phone later that Mum had flicked his cock with the ruler and then rested the ruler along his cock as she told him off. Sarah had sidled over during this and noted the length. She hadn’t believed me when I told her it was eight inches long but now accepted it was true. Mum told him that he was obviously not taking this seriously and that it was extremely naughty of him to flaunt his erection in front of. He feels this, he doesn't see it." That's ri..." Cooper!" Harley yelled at me. "What's your problem. You knew what I just told Bud as well as I did. Why do you keep feeling for edges in only one direction? Come on man, get your head out of your ass!"Our arguing must have really set old Harley on edge. I couldn't remember him ever being so loud and in your face about anything in the admittedly brief time we'd known each other."Well okay then," I muttered. I could hear Bud snickering, but at the.