”Tim: “What do you mean stop?”Terry: “It’s just pretends, you nut. You can keep playing with yourself if you want, but I can’t get my clot...es off and jerk you off at the same time. I’m trying to keep it real. Geez, try to keep up, Tim.”We heard a little click as Terry put her cell phone down. I had to keep myself from laughing out loud as I stood up and started to take my clothes off. Tim was smiling from ear to ear and shaking his head. Instead of playing with himself, he watched me undress. I. When she camehome she would tell me all the details with the result that I wouldbe so aroused that I couldn’t wait to get her into bed. Then we had one of our rare nights out together. We were ina pub near where we live. The pub was crowded and a coloured chapcalled Ralph asked if he could share our table. He told us he wasfrom Nigeria and that he was a sailor on one of the ships. At onepoint, as we were talking, Ralph said something and Rachel leanedforward and placed her hand on the top. Nevertheless, I gotta hold it in. There’s something about attending classes and sitting in the lecture hall or in my dorm room surrounded by other people who are completely oblivious as to how my enlarged clit is pulsating underneath all my clothes that makes me feel much more hornier if it was even possible. So, whenever I come home, I get to release all the pent up sexual frustration by playing with myself at least twice a day. The thing is at home, I don’t wear a bra. Only a pair of shorts. Would you prefer I think, 'He could be Elvis, ' the next time you love me?" Aenea, you keep talking like this, and all I'll be able to focus on is taking you to bed and enjoying your all-encompassing sensuality." Good, I'd hate for you to forget about that," teased Aenea."OK, if we are to deal with the reality of the present, what are we to do with my Dad? He hasn't been the same, since Mom died. He seems to have no direction, motivation or energy." Well, I think the answer is simple, if you.