I wasn’t a total prude. I mean, I let him touch my boobs. I even let him finger me a couple of times. But whenever it came time to go further, I’d...tell him I wasn’t ready and stop everything. He took it okay for a little while, but then he started to get really whiney about it.”“You did give him blue balls for three months,” I reminded her.“I know,” she laughed. “But, like, I didn’t know any better because of how I was raised. Anyway, we got into this huge fight. He told me I was cold, and. I can’t totally explain it, and neither can half-a-dozen doctors at the University of Chicago and a few more at the Mayo Clinic. They THINK it has to do with my hypothalamus; some kind of congenital defect. You know, something you’re born with. I need to call my doctor and talk to him.”“Are you sure you shouldn’t go to the hospital?”“Yes. They won’t find anything and I’ll end up being there a couple of days while they try to figure it out and get my medical records from Chicago to ensure I’m. I grinned at my achievement and rose back to my knees. This time I immediately grabbed his penis which felt incredibly firm, large and downright intimidating. I pulled his manhood through the opening of his boxers and stared so long I went into a trance. I began thinking of all of the pornos I watched, seeing and touching a real life penis is of no comparison. Carter’s soft request of, ‘Karen, please don’t. I can’t do this to you’, brought me out of my reverie. I was still shedding tears and. As I picked up my charcoal I tried to see Sam with an objective artist’s eye. My sister is about 5’6” and has a hard body from her regular workouts. Her blond hair, which she usually let hang loose across her shoulders or up in a ponytail, was curled tight in a bun so it would not brake the line of her long neck. She looked perfectly proportioned - her breasts large, but not freakishly big compared to the rest of her. The same could be said for her ass - well rounded, but not a crazy.