"Third grade, going on high school."Monday was graduation rehearsals for high school. I endured the squeals of Susan and Tina in their graduation garb...On Tuesday I went to the airport to check on the plane. I had spent a bit of time locating a kiddie seat for our Cessna 182. It gave us the ability to carry four adults, Terri, and a minimal bit of baggage and be pretty close to the weight limits for the aircraft, but that was good enough. I had to go see the job that Charley had done installing. AGAIN. But don’t worry. I got through it. After reading some sex blogs yesterday by other women who also feel like their libidos are about seventeen stories higher than their husbands can climb, I realized that I will do myself a big favor if I really stop depending on my husband so much for my own sexual pleasure. There’s been a lot of sex toy-shopping talk going on, and I’m going to figure out how to get that done this week. And I’m also going to send myself to Masturbation Improvement. It was nothing to feelings that were to follow.She gently ran her fingers around my balls and traced the line of my growing shaft from roots to tip. All the while I was helpless as my hands were still tied.Her hands felt cool and were soothing — but, at the same time, causing a fire to burn in my loins. Slowly she ran her hand up and down my now fully erect penis — her strokes were deliberate and long. Her other hand cupped and uncapped my balls — occasionally I was reminded of the damage done. " She slid around the side of the lodge and shucked. She stepped out to gather the drying fur and wrap. "My belt..."One flew out the door."Moccasins too ... and your girding skin!" A dry pair and a clean girding ... it was a woman's girding. The mocs fit. They were even lightly embroidered. The stitching was better than she could do ... such tiny holes."I'm coming out."She shrugged the dry fir over her head and settled it past her hips.She was standing there with the girding in her hand..."It's.