At the official's nod, Sandy started to wank me. Of course, I reacted to her lovely fingers beautifully, stiff and rearing as befitted my eighteen yea...s and not at all phased by the shouts and encouragement of the watching women. Of course, all my competitors were too, novices meant that we were all of a similar age, but I didn't realise that it meant we were also all virgins. The feel of a vagina was not to spoil our reaction to the hand you see.The guy opposite me was the first to come and I. So I did take some time off for a two-hour lunch once in awhile. That refreshed me somewhat but it did nothing for my marriage.Matters at home continued on the decline and it wasn't long before I realized that our sex life was pretty much nonexistent. Colleen began making comments about the "Absent Lover Syndrome," and she would remind me of my promises on a regular basis. Obviously the few and far-between quickies in the morning were not satisfying her.You might wonder if I had stopped being. Sue walked out into the hallway turned to go down the steps, reached up into her hair and pulled it out from inside her jacket. She whipped it out and I watched as her cum dampened hair flew up and landed with a splat on the back of her jacket. My dick was instantly hard and I was hooked. Sue was officially marked with my sperm. I beat off again with that image in my mind. From that point on I made a point of jacking off in Sue’s jacket every chance I got. It wasn’t easy and sometimes it. I had my wife check and I was dry as a bone.My finger nub is finally about healed and my brain is figuring out the right signals to give me which is good. The nerves which are at my fingertip used to be on the circumference of my finger. When I would touch something with the tip of my finger I would get the feeling that my finger was inside the object. Which is cool and all but weird. My brain is also adjusting for the shorter distance involved. It’s true your brain keeps track of how long your.