As a habitual, chronic, prolific, serial masturbator and self admitted sex and porn addict, I originally thought I could start gaining some control ov...r that part of my existence. I thought if I locked up my member and set a schedule for release, I could gradually wean myself off trying to cum a dozen times a day. That’s been my routine since puberty- wake up, jack off...take a shower, jack off… go to work, go find a place to jack off… lunch? Cruise around looking for a big breasted girl game. Every night I played with myself to an incredible orgasm. I came down to Earth on Friday when I re-took the test, but only got a C-. I was devastated, and knew I’d be kicked out of cheerleading. I was near tears when I felt Mr. Jorgenson’s hand on my arm. His eyes were on my chest. ‘I know cheerleading is important to you,’ he said. ‘There might be something you can do to raise your grade … if you can keep a secret.’ I felt his hand on my back, tracing along my bra strap. ‘I won’t do that,’ I. " And Tony went weak at the knees as he feasted his eyes on a wardrobestuffed full of skirts, blouses and dresses of every description, rangingfrom pretty summer frocks to slinky evening wear. At the bottom of thewardrobe were at least a dozen pairs of shoes that ranged from Mary Janesthrough to dainty kitten heels and strappy stilettos. Not quite able totake in all this heady excitement, Tony was by now almost speechless asAunt Sybil moved on to the next stunning revelation."Your dressing. I convinced her for a meetup the other day, she agreed hesitantly. We agreed to meet up at Phoenix market city where she would be waiting for me in a blue top and black jeans. The moment I saw her, I was out of my words. She was way more gorgeous than I ever imagined. She had a perfect figure, her boob size was around 34C and had a nice round ass which is a dream of every man ;) (you guys know what I mean ). I complimented on her beauty. We have a pizza and were talking about things we were.