She looked a bit perplexed so I continued, "I have this condition and well, it's complicated but I can't ... you know ... finish."She still looked puz...led so she asked; "Do you mean you can't get hard?" No, that's not the problem. Shoot, I can stay hard all night long if I want to but I can't ... I can't ejaculate ... What I'm trying to say is that no matter how hard I try I can't cum," I announced a little louder than I should have."Bullshit," I heard from behind me.I turned to see another one. With that, Joshua gets behind me and presses himself against my ass while sliding both of his hands into my pockets. I can feel his erection spread my cheeks slightly. "Any weapons in here?" he asks. See for yourself, I reply. He lets out a hard breath as he reaches around with his hands and finds my now hardened cock with his right hand and my balls with his left. I don't remember being able to feel myself when I bought these slacks, but I'll be sure to go get another pair. The fabric. As we were leaving sam asked me what I would like to do and named off a few things and I told him howa about a movie and he agreed but had to go home first to feed his farm a****ls then we could go and I said farm a****ls you didnt tell me you owned a farm he said Im sorry I guess I forgot I told him I love farm a****ls and asked what kind he had and said he had Goats and pigs and chickens and a few dairy cows that he sold there milk for to keep his farm afloat in this economy I said I would. It was as if, to fuel her genius, her mind was consuming her body for fuel. And this affected her in other, more, intimate ways. Simply put, Miranda’s sex life was a delicate affair: she couldn’t exert herself too strongly or she’d likely get dizzy and pass out. It was not a popular quality in a lover and it made for a lonely existence, pretty or not. Fortunately, her current lover was an understanding individual and together they had managed to maintain a loving, if not vigorously passionate,.