I think I love being around you, she said softly and suddenly I realized and felt how close our faces were to each other. Her eyes never left mine, t...ey were locked on mine and wouldnt let me look away. She then reached over and pushed my hair from my face. Something then happened, I never anticipated nor did I expect how it would make me feel. A rush of butterflies went down into my stomach, and I felt nervous and unconfident and at the same time excited and . . . aroused. All this because. I did as I was told, and the remains of my erection quickly dissipated. Hairy Guy was to be massaged first. I found it repulsive, especially when he was oiled, but I forced myself to proceed. What else could I do? I found the techniques extremely physical, and hard work, and had a better appreciation for the phenomenal sight it must have been to see my nude, long, lean, hairless self massaged by two nude experts. After an eternity of me paying for my sins, a bell rang, and we were all told to. She closed her eyes and a slight smiled appeared on her lips. Then I heard a light moan. I took this a sign, I took one hand and moved her ponytail out of the way and leaned down and kissed her neck. Lindsey sighed again, then I felt one of her hands reach behind her back and slide down to my zipper. I kept kissing her and she maneuvered my zipper until it was down. Then she slid her fingers into the fly and began massaging my penis through my boxer briefs. I started kissing more intensely and. I do have some problems in that area, but was still having sex regularly with my wife until a few months before she died. She had to be very cooperative but seemed to love the result. We did try Viagra, but it didn't work well for me and she didn't think it improved things at all. I had stiffer erections but could hardly feel anything, and our regular technique was working well enough.”“So she gave you head to get you hard?”“No. She hated fallacio and always did. I don't know why. Other.