" They came anyway, huh?" I don't know what they want, Mike. An interview, maybe, but if I give them one to make them go away, it'll be like paying bl...ckmail. If I just let them hang around town, and they find out about my parents, I'll never be able to come home again without filling all the local motels with paparazzi." She seemed near tears."They might not find out," Mike said.Jennifer shook her head. "They're bound to be asking around about me, and sooner or later someone's going to give. Luckily, just as I thought my arms would give way, she moved to the rowing machine. I sat down at the machine next to her, watching her body slide back and forth. I imagined her naked and felt the hot tingling sensation of an erection. So I matched her speed, upping the tempo. Shortly after she increased her speed, puffing with new exertion. I, in turn, quickened the pace. Looking to my side, I saw her quickly look at me. Smiling, she upped the pace again. At this point my body was pushing its. He then changed the subject of wanting my cock to wanting to know about my girl and how she liked to be fucked. As I told him how shw liked it, I saw him stroking his rather small cock steadily. At this point I was hot myself, and I happily pulled down my trousers for him to see. He did not f***efully grab my cock. Instead, he told me to take his hand and place it on it slowly and softly. From there he did the work, milking my cock with his left hand while stroking his own with his right. I. You'dbe going from 16 to 46 in the blink of an eye and you wouldn't be ableto go back- ever. You understand that, don't you?" I do and it makes me feel good when I think about it." You're not scared?" my mother asked."Are you kidding? I'm freaking petrified. I mean, I want it like I'venever wanted anything in my life, but the crazy thing is, and I've neversaid this to you before, but I don't know why I want it. I just knowthat I do." Really?"I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Yeah, really. .