"Sex is wonderful." It was a strange declaration to hear coming from your grandmother, but Gramma Grace was not like any other older person I've ever...met. Most of the others are unhappy crabs who seem more dead than alive. Gramma Grace was not above giving me a friendly pinch on the ass as she has done in the past. I never read much into it other than being slightly eccentric. "Are you?" I jokingly asked. She burst out laughing which caused her breasts to shift beneath her blouse. "I feel. He was tied, helpless in public and sucking a man’s cock. The man suddenly groaned and hot cum gushed into Tracey’s mouth. It tasted different than his own spunk. It was sweeter, but at the same time more salty. Another stiff cock replaced the first as soon as it had gone soft in his mouth. Then another and finally another as all four men raped his face.“I think it is time we gave sissy boy a little pleasure,” the leader of the group said. “Marti, come here,” he shouted and one of the. --- Hi, Ziomara. It’s very nice to meet you. Bianca has told me a lot about you. - Hello, nice to meet you. She’s told me a lot about you too. -- Ok, well enough small talk, let’s get her home, she wants to take a shower, and hopefully change into some clothes. Girl, you’re practically running around naked. - Bianca, you are such a prune! (We all laughed) Finally, we arrived at her house. I basically ran in the bathroom, but had to come. The process is very time-sensitive—I have exactly thirteen seconds after an orgasm to get up and shake it off before I get horny again. Thirteen seconds goes by pretty fast, so it’s a pretty demanding act, in terms of will. If procrasturbating were an Olympic sport, I’d be a fucking gold medalist. But like I said, I don’t need help—I’ve designed a system: I get ready an hour ahead of time so that I’m free to touch myself until the very last second, until I need to get on with my daily schedule..