. they're all grossed out by it." I said. "I'm going to put on some jeans, I'll be right back." I went to the bed room, tossed my gym bag on the floo... and tossed off my shoes, socks, shorts, and jock. I pulled on my dick-rope, a habit since I was a kid. It always felt good to pull on it ... made my fattie swell, too. "I’ve never seen one so long." Josh said from the doorway. I turned around, startled and surprised he followed me. Here I was naked from the waist down, yanking on my dick-rope. . Ignore that at your own peril and maybe the destruction of your own marriage. Thankfully Jim and I worked through this together. We discovered eroticism is simply eroticism no matter the trigger and that sharing that intense feeling together was all that mattered. That realization freed us to fantasize with abandonment and without guilt. If you haven't read his first three stories yet, then stop now and go read them before going on. They are very important. Especially read story number two. It. Somewhere in the middle of the mess the crowd was less dense, and more actual dancing was going on. As her friends let loose, Becky smiled and tried to get into the spirit of it, dancing with her young friends as several people, mostly men eyed them. Giggling and laughing as the music became more frantically paced, Becky moved randomly, copying the movements of those around her as the crowd thickened, causing her to loose sight of two of her friends.Casting about worriedly, she paused and. " She responded. She was now hunching me as much as I was her. I started getting those sensational feelings again. "I think I'm going to cum again." I told her. She laughed. She had different reactions all of a sudden and closed her eyes. It scared me. "Are you okay?" I asked her. "Uh-huh." She said. "It feels good." But at twelve years old she wasn't suppose to be able to cum. I was hoping not anyway. I started feeling an orgasm coming on again much stronger than before. .