"There again. Sowhat are you reading this time?" "Give me a few minutes to finish this story andI'll tell you. Okay?" Vicki paused from the screen to ...ook directly at herhusband. He smiled. He liked the passion these things kindled in his wife,and their discussions had often left him curiously aroused. "Sure." He sauntered into the garage and fussedabout his workbench knowing those few minutes might last twenty to thirty.He smiled at the possibilities he might explore thereafter. Vicki read on. I was introduced to Masturbation at an early age and have been masturbating since. All my friends used to watch porn and blue films but every time they made me watch it i used to go away. It used to make me feel dirty and stuff but i still masturbated. I had reached my class 12th but i still wasnt able to watch porn. My friend used to reply i react like girls do. I even had a gf but we also broke up because i wasnt manly enough to take her side or stand for even myself. I had lots of friends. It was drenched under their hats. Their dresses must have weighted a hundred pounds soaking wet like that.Since I am a forty-two-year-old bachelor all I could offer them was some of my clothes to wear while I washed and dried their clothes. At the suggestion of a nice hot bath Maria sent Isabel right in to take one. A few moments later she went in and came out with all of Isabel’s wet clothes. Some apparently had to be hand washed and hung up to dry. Maria said that she would take care of all. My blood sugar was still elevated, so I didn't know what to think.Joy liked sleeping with me, because I was very warm, according to her. I liked sleeping with company, even if it was a six and a half foot green person.I felt better the next day, but my sugar was still elevated. I could feel my feet more than I had been able to before, so I felt better about that.After six days, my bellyache had worn down to nothing, and my sugar was lowering enough that I was down to one fourth of my med.