.. So it can be a bit frustrating ... I want to go home and talk about my day, and vent my frustration, but my ex’s all say I complain too much ... ...o, I just get more and more frustrated, and that becomes a kind-of sexual energy ... So I just end up masturbating all the time. Finish work, go home, play with myself, shower - then bed ... Usually playing with myself in the shower, and in bed ... I’ve got a dildo ... But what I really like to do is touch myself with something ‘real’, something. I did not want to end up in a divorce, with its repercussions: sporadic contact with my children, destitution on the financial front, and ... worst of all ... no pussy.Nevertheless, that is exactly what happened.The economy had been slower to recover than projected, and I kept slaving away in my attempts to hold on to my position within the company and keep the boss happy; while still trying to be a good and faithful husband and father. I did not realize just how hopeless my situation was until. Come back in I was just..." but stopped mid-sentence as she saw the sailor's face flush red."What was it you wanted?" she asked, standing up and showing her full naked beauty to the man that stood there.Swallowing deeply he started to mutter, "The helicopter will be returning in thirty minutes mistress. The Admiral told me to come and to see to your needs until that time." He did? That was very thoughtful of him. My needs are for a towel, and as my bath girl isn't here you can dry and oil my. Janet waited until he stopped then she squeezed up his shaft to get the remnants out on her hand. The pizza arrived seconds later. Janet eventually let go and grabbed a slice of pizza with cum still on her hand. She held it up above her mouth and then began to make love to the pizza with her mouth. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out a little, then lowered the tip down. She licked the end as if it were the tip of Jim’s cock. Jim just stared at her remembering all the times in the past.