Soon it was time to dance. This was my time. I love music, it can move me. To be honest dancing is close to masturbating, you let your body move to th... rhythm of the music while slightly brushing your hands on your body causing the men around you to drool and wish you were naked. Maybe my dancing is somewhat provocative and suggestive, but that is the only way to release tension in public and express my sexuality. And although I prefer dancing alone, for many reasons, one of which is nobody. I thought that at 38 I was too old for another k**, and that started a long fight. She got back at me by not having sex with me for several months.We had always had a pretty regular sex life (a little dull), so I was without pussy for the first time in many years. I started to masturbate more often, and after a while, I started downloading pictures, and stories from the Internet. After a while, I found that the ones about men watching their wives getting balled by other men, especially big. Mmm his musky smell enveloped me as I circled his cock with my tongue. I took my time making luscious love to him taking him completely in my mouth time and time again. I wanted to bring him to the edge but not over, not yet. As I licked him he rubbed my nipples soft then hard depending what I did with my mouth. I scooted him forward and rubbed his balls and anything else that came to mind. This was too much as the blindfold was ripped off and I was thrown to the floor. His. " Being scared is natural. I am telling you, trying to take on these guys after you had already been knocked down is not a sign of cowardice. Maybe you need to talk to somebody, like a therapist. I am pretty sure Linda is talking to one at school." Yeah, there is a guy here who talks to me – some sort of psychologist. Look, Martin, I appreciate what you are saying. But I didn't have much time to think during the attack. Now that I've been lying here, knowing how close I was to dying, I am.