"Now let me tell you why I'm doing this..." I opened the door slightly, to the bedroom where my guests were being kept, in order to keep the women inf...rmed about what I was doing. I started telling a cock-and-bull tale, wherein I represented a support group for victims of paralyzed men. These men, it seems were unable to achieve erection without extreme visual stimulation, such as watching their wives get fucked by others. It worked better if the wife in question took on several at once.Yeah,. [“Oh yes?” those from my hometown will be saying, “Snowing for a White Christmas? Bing Crosby and all? In the North West of England? Don’t make me laugh!”They do have a point. It hardly ever snows until February, if at all, but actually in that year, the North West of England really did get snow on Christmas Eve – though only just enough to cover the ground!]There is something to be said for standing in a toasty warm flat gazing at snow falling, and knowing that it’s so cold out there.There’s. I guess that her mother couldn't accept the fact and tried to make her feel like less fo it. Not me. I feel that as long as the partners are both for it, no one is being forced or hurt (against their will at least, heh heh) and it's completely mutual, who should really care what they do with each other? So, after she found this level of belonging she started opening up even more. But she would also start to pressure me to be more open with her...which was a problem for me. I could not get the. He rolled me onto my back and before I knew it, he had my erect organ in his mouth! “Oh God! Oh Boy!” I found myself uttering, as his tongue worked around my organ and he buried his face into my pubic hair. I’m only about 6 inches erect, so deep-throating me was no problem for him. He seemed to love it. “God, I love your cock!” he said, as he came up for air, “All that pre-cum!” And he did love it, that was clear. Some men don’t and sometimes it embarrasses me but tonight it couldn’t have been.