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 sec...nds 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.. The rest of her gorgeous figure was never on display. She wore more conservative clothing, perhaps a sign of a businesswoman or executive. The modest clothes couldn't do much to hide her sizable chest though. She was amazingly well-endowed and went to some lengths to hide that fact. Maybe she wanted to be recognized for her merits up the corporate chain rather than her assets? "Thad, just go ask her out," Max said, breaking my whole appreciation process. "You've not heard a damn word I. I raised my head, John was staring at my now dilated areolas, his face glazed from my excretement. His cock was standing straight up&hellip,like a soldier at attention. Oh my god&hellip,my son had just orally given his OWN mother an orgasm&hellip,and his body responded. No, no, no there are limits&hellip,fornication between mother and son&hellip,NO absolutely no. DO IT! John&hellip,your mother wants it&hellip,you need to not be a virgin&hellip, Malek started as demand but trailed off as John. I looked at Erin. Her hands were under her boobs, holding them up to Him, her face was tilted up toward His, eyes closed, wisps of her hair falling over her face as a small smile appeared. Her back was to me and hid most of Lord James from me, but I saw his arm reach down, and I knew he was feeling my girlfriend's pussy. "You are wet and ready Erin. I appreciate that in my followers. And you are smooth shaved, just as I require". It was like a physical blow to my mind. Erin was smooth.