As she pulled away from him, she finally noticed the mess she’d made all over him and blushed. She was going to apologize and offer to clean him up,...but Landon captured her face in his hands and in a low, primal voice snarled, ‘I love that you are so wet for me. I love that intoxicating scent. I love the taste of you. I love the feel of you on my cock. I don’t want less, I want more.’ Emily’s eyes rolled in her head and her heart pounded. She’d never heard more exciting words. She stood in. I masturbate a good deal and have a good deal of sex with my fit, virile husband. I am fit myself and ride horses every day both professionally and for leisure.I have for decades had female ejaculation when I orgasm; I don't pee but I do ejaculate vaginal fluid ( I have participated in medical research on the subject) I have an interest in the male medical prejudice about an aspect of my sexuality which has been lifelong and naturally evident throughout my married sexual life of 30 years.It is. And when he wasn’t teaching he was nagging. Still, there was no excuse for her typos. That’s how an A grade paper ended up with an F. She looked at the F which summed up her f-ing life, and understood why Van Gogh had sliced off his ears. Life simply sucked. And if that was not all, nothing mattered anymore. Her husband of many years had just told her he wanted to leave. And she was mourning the loss of a lousy sexless ten year marriage. At 34, nonetheless, and with no kids to show for it,. Jay let me stare for awhile, then released my left nipple and used his hand on my chin to raisemy face until I was looking at him again."You like what you see, whiteboy. That much is obvious. Go ahead.Touch it." I hesitantly reached out with my right hand and let it closearound his thick meat. I was actually holding another guy's hard cock!"Stroke it some for me, whiteboy." I obeyed immediately and was rewardedwith a low moan of pleasure from deep in his chest. Jay slid his hands tomy shoulders.