So, there I was: All dressed up, alone in a dim hallway, fondling my phallic limb at a hundred strokes a minute, trying with all my might to keep the ...mage of that sexy college girl in my head, and all the erotic situations she and I would find ourselves in. But, there was a memory, a recent memory, that shone across my mind's eye like a limelight. The wedding ring was the first thing I saw, moving up and down the length of my long shaft, as a long flow of gelatinous sperm erupted from the. Chen took me to task. Seems I wasn’t paying as much attention to my businesses as I should.“I’ve got good people, Mom. I’m just a bit preoccupied right now.”“News flash honey. Women have babies every day and the world doesn’t stop revolving because of it. You have an even bigger duty now, besides Mickey, you’ll now have a little one. You need to look to their futures.”“I understand your logic, and while women have children every day, they don’t have mine. I’d like to savor every step, if you. Beauchamp is not a pretty lady. She wears her gray curly hair cropped close toher scalp and her round head reminds me of a basket ball. She does not have anyteeth in her mouth and social security does not pay her enough to get dentures.One time she hugged me when I waived a fee and I could not get my arms aroundher girth. I also noticed the stale smell of urine on her.A few months into my job Mrs. Beauchamp called me and asked me to come overto inspect the work my maintenance man just did on. Anton was far from my first, of course. I those honors go to Henry Cunningham, when both of us were eighteen. Henry was a French horn player, and we were at band camp the summer before our senior year in high school. Between the girl’s and boy’s cabins was a private grassy knoll, and if you kept to the margins near the trees, a couple might find a little boy/girl privacy. I didn’t exactly intend to give myself to him, it just sort of happened one night. In retrospect, I have to say that Henry.