Fast forward 35 years and I own a condo in Florida. Sometimes, when I’m horny and have the heated pool to myself, I wander in front of a water jet a...d drop my bathing suit. There’s one at a perfect height towards the shallow end. I can stand and face the stream, which is level with my cock and balls, or I can turn around, bend over, and let it gush on my butthole and balls. That great massaging feeling will make me ejaculate if I can keep at it undisturbed. The pool is large enough that the. ..When she awakened the next morning Jamaker pulled aside the yellow cretonne curtains that floated in the breeze from the open window. The Beatrice Potter prints on the walls made her smile and she was amazed at the silence of the household. The nursery night room was on the back of the house overlooking the wide sweep of green lawn and a mirror like sheen came from the lake between a stand of silver birch trees and dense shrubbery.A movement caught her eye as a hand shook a yellow duster from. He wasn’t cruel or heartless. He just always seemed confused when the women he brought home seemed to want to stick around. Running a ski resort where the average visitor stayed for a week or two had given him a steady supply of teenage girls and full-grown women willing to make fools out of themselves over him and then leave.As they sat down to drink coffee together, Monroe said, “What’s your story again, Cricket? I know you told it last night, but I wasn’t entirely listening. Are you a .... So, Stacey would read...erotic short stories. While reading she would put herself in the story. So one time she could be riding a man's face, next she could licking a clit, she could be getting fucked by two men,...the stories could take her anywhere. She would use her own fingers or her favorite toy. Sometimes she could reach a climax in moments...other times she would enjoy the ride for awhile. Stacey's husband had a shift change, leaving her alone at bedtime. Since her husband was the who.