Soon bodies were bucking and writhing. He said when we feel like we are going to cum, let go of our cock and rest our hand on our knees with our palms...down. And breath.Then stroke again.To demonstrate the technique, one very hung guy laid down in the middle of the circle while Griffith explained step-by-step how to work ourselves to the bink and then imagine puting our semen imagein reverse.. “My mantra is semen retention, orgasm denial and converting this sexual energy into spiritrual energy,”. She would even point out womenwearing slacks to church telling me I had better never do that.As the days turned into weeks I began to realize just how much I hadfallen into a routine. Obviously Sundays I dressed up and had even begunto enjoy the looks from the boys in church. I was confused by that butAunt Sharon reassured me it was quite natural. Mondays I always wore askirt as it meant I could wear flats giving my legs and feet a break fromheels. Fridays was my jeans, I even had a pair of. . When my knees hit the floor I was looking at a huge, angry, one eyed monster.He said, "Take your time. I'm in no hurry. Just kiss it for a while, you know, as a sign of respect." I was down there kissing forever-- the monster cock, his balls, his hole. Then he had me using my tongue. I lollipopped him for a long time. Allow me to say that this wasn't my first blow job. Back in high school I lusted after certain boys-- boys who, like Victor, had eye-popping shoulders and arms. . Usne aage akar mujhe apne gale se laga liya maine bhi usko aapni baaho me bhar liya or puchha ki kiya hua to usne kuchh nahi kaha lekin apne hotho ko mere hotho se laga kar chusne lagi to maine use ek bar alag karkePuchhna chaha to usne mujhe or bhi kas kar pakad liya or mere dono haatho ko apne haatho me lekar apne mummo par kapdo ke upar se hi press karne lagi itna hone par mujhe bhi josh aa gaya or maine usse apne haath chhudaKar usko jakad liya or ek haath se uska ek mumma kapdo ke upar se.