Hazel then withdrew long enough to measure me with her hand before taking me back in her mouth. She returned to blowing me while she gently scratched ...he underside of my balls with her finger nails. Yes, it felt like I did get longer, and, when she pushed me far enough away and measured with her hand, there was an increase in length over what it was before the scratching. I guess that proved it worked, at least on me.That gave me a brainstorm: I asked Sally to scratch my balls after I. That time I am only 24 years. Continuing with what happened, I came home one afternoon to have lunch.I have the habit of coming home for lunch as my office is walk able distance from home. Since it’s a bit hot I changed over removed all my formals and just wrapped a towel around my waist. I heated the lunch and served myself and settled on the dining table to eat. Half way through the meal the calling bell rang.Wondering who it might possibly be went and opened the door. I was surprised to see. She put her hands and her head on my knees and slowly stopped crying..it was then that she started slowly sliding her one hand up my leg and telling me that no-one thought she was good looking enough to spend the future with so i told her if i was 20 yrs younger i would jump at the chance of getting with her. she looked up at me,smiled and slid her hand further up my leg which is when i noticed the glint in her eye...she was rubbing my leg now with both hands which made my cock start to stir in. And Ithink you are afraid of that because you are afraid of what you will finddeep down within yourself.' Somehow I felt that this man could read me - that he would know when Iwas being manipulative, when I wanted things to go my way and only to theextent I allowed. After that, I opened up more, talking of my fear ofpain, of releasing the wilder fantasies that were the usual accompanimentfor my masturbation sessions. And the upshot of this was that I agreed togo to him - for a weekend and not.