.please. no sir..." Oh yes Bradley. You're gonna make them nice and clean for me. You're gonna lick and slurp and suck, and you aren't gonna stop unti... I let you. You might be here until noon working every last little piece of grit out of the grooves in my soles with your tongue. And you're going to love every last little second of it. Isn't that right?"He didn't answer, unable to speak or even open his eyes, the indignity of it -- the truth of it -- overwhelming. I actually fucking want to. The cash win hadn’t been a fortune but it was enough for me to give up work and, at 45, give up work and take life easy with my twin sons, John and Paul.“Morning,” they said as they came into the kitchen. I smiled at them. At twenty they were tall and well built and each sported a nice nine inch manhood. We never wear clothes around the house and I watched as they bobbed and swung before them. It was Paul who came over to me first and put his arms around me. I leaned back against his chest. I suffer frompre-mature ejaculation. Earlier we had sex very oftenand I could satisfy her easily but since she gavebirth to a child, her pussy became slightly loose andI also stopped feeling the tightness around my cockeach time we fucked. On top of that my prematureejaculation! No wonder our sex life hit rock bottom.If we had sex once in a month, I could thank god forit. Then I got addicted to reading sex stories online inthe office and jerking off once and even thriceeveryday in the office. How ya feel? Taurus whispers into my ear. I turn my head to look at him. His eyes meet mine and the question lingers. Amazing? I whisper. Why does that sound like a question? he asks. What do you wanna hear? I suggest. He smiles and kisses me on the lips, then rocks back again. That youre glad you came, you freaking enjoyed my sex, and you wanna stay tonight, he replies. We both laugh and lay back side by side in silence. Then the exhaustion hits me full force and I close my eyes. Seconds later.