To say the least, I tended to dread the moment when sex was a real possibility, and that, in turn, created a negative feed-back loop that you could ri...htly call 'performance anxiety!'So, it was with tremendous relief (for me) when I met Mara and started dating her, because she said she fully understood my anxiety about sex (and my personal preference for masturbation). Furthermore, she said she liked me a lot, and that we didn't really need to have sex to date; and that's how it applied. “Clock out for lunch,” Lidie squeezed in at my hip. Her fingers tiptoed down my spine and she put a brown paper bag in front of me. “I made you something special.”My stomach rumbled. I had avoided breakfast in my mild hangover. I ran my fingers over Lidie’s as she let go of the lunch she had made me. That’s when two women came in the front door.Adelaide was scowling at her sister. My girlfriend had a brown takeaway tray of steaming coffee cups and a bright white paper bag stapled closed. She. I then approached the mother. "Mrs. Chesler, we should leave my colleague alone for this. It's very important that she not be disturbed." I passed her by and pulled the curtains around the bed.The older woman took a deep breath in my wake. "Oh...but...umm..."I returned to her. "Everything okay?"She had a dreamy look on her face. "You...smell nice..."I'd seen this look before. The vial! It must have had some of Demie's vaginal secretions in it, and that stuff made anyone who smelled it horny! I. In the bathroom I cleaned up my face. Away from the hot scene of my girlfriend talking to this stud I sort of came to. I decided it had all been fun but I'd go outside and end it all, take Jenny home, and fuck her tight pussy all night long. I fixed myself up, then headed back outside. But as I was approaching the terrace where we were all sitting I noticed Jenny and Carlos were making out. She had leaned in from her seat on the edge of the couch and he from his seat and they were pretty.