But today, yes, today, it was all for Jim’s sexual satisfaction. Although I felt sexually very well, I wanted today to be Jim’s most fantastic fuc... ever. He said that he was a virgin too. Well, if I gave him an excellent time he would come back to me. He fucked and fucked, and I said several times that it would only be him who could do it better. “Oh, yes; Jim, you are giving me a great fuck. I hope that you are pleased with this fuck. Fuck me, Jim; fuck me hard and fast." With that, all of a. Sarah drew well, very realistically, but couldn't paint worth a damn. As soon as she looked at the mixing palette with all those colors, she hadn't a clue. Painted versions of drawings always looked like clowns to Sarah. She hated them. She envied Melissa's colors."Hey," said Fat Freddy, the boy with the Melissa infatuation Sarah had witnessed on her first ride to school. He startled Sarah. She recovered and welcomed the surprising greeting. Freddy had to be the shyest boy she ever met. At. All he felt and tasted was his mouth and his sperm, and all he heard was the rushing of his blood in his ears; with his eyes closed, he saw nothing at all, not even mentally, in his exclusive focus on every sensation of his ejaculation.The orgasm lasted a long time, perhaps a dozen spurts, several of them seemingly containing more goo at once than he had ever drained in his largest ejaculation in the past. He sucked out the last drops and lay flat on the floor with a sigh, his cock half hard. I wish I could still do that. Play with my hair. Actually, I want to have the feeling of pulling my hair back and putting it into a tight bun. To enjoy the feeling of it pulling on my scalp. Alas, that is not for me anymore. Best not to dwell on what I cannot have. Being bald makes me easier to maintain. Easier and quicker for me to achieve a high standard of appearance. I must content myself with that." ... and I am what is called a Police Psychologist. I thought we ought to have a few moments.