'Penis' somehow sounded more fitting for me. The word penis conjured up the idea of sexual 'inferiority'; MY sexual inferiority. After all, my wife ha... divorced over that very fact, hadn't she? Yes, she had.Rather than feel angry over my apparent sexual inadequacy, and small cock, I felt something that can best be described as a curious sort of exhilaration; that came only after I'd begun to admit to this growing sense of my sexual inadequacy! As such, I suddenly enjoyed masturbating (and. He would have much preferred to be on the site alone, as he usually was, but his superiors dictated that he make this into a learning experience. The fact was that given his time constraints, he really needed the extra help. The only concession he had was that he could parse his students off to various sectors and pretty much leave them alone while he focused on the areas that were of particular interest to himself. To his relief, they were good students, and learned the ropes of an. No we’re not talking soul mates, we’re talking I wanted him to meet me in the linen closet and rub his cock on my hot pussy. But I had a bf, come to think of it he had a gf too. Oh, and he was a coworker! Stalemate. So we flirted like teenagers for months, sometimes ignoring each other, sometimes following each other room to room. Sometimes I did it without noticing, he had this ass that was so easy to walk behind. It was almost uncomfortable, some nights I would avoid him to stop it from. You soon step aside and allow me to get wet and start washing myself. The sight of your body all soapy and wet is enticing and I turn you around facing away from me and begin to wash your back from your shoulders down to your feet…slowly, with lots of suds. Your body feels so smooth and slick under my bare hands. As I start back up, I reach both arms around you to wash and soap your front side from your feet to your breasts. NO spot is left untouched and as I slowly, gently wash your pussy my.