Even for a confirmed “cocksman” like me.I was shown into a small room where there were a couple of old easy chairs set by a coffee table on which ...ere some dog-eared copies of Playboy, Penthouse and similar “reading” material.The nurse who showed me in was not the sort of woman to get a guy’s juices flowing. I’m not being ungallant but I’m sure even she would agree that she was plain, overweight and generally unattractive. She explained the process to me (like I had never wanked before) gave me. Now and forever" Whatever that meant.I was dizzy and palpitating. The room was moving. I was gone... Or wasI?Gradually I recovered my balance. " I must move a bit more slowly givenwhat I have already been drinking" " " I feel quite disoriented" Butwith only two drinks.Then I heard it. A laugh. Yes, I know that she had laughed before. Butthis wasn't her laugh.It was mine. Yet I hadn't opened my mouth."This drink is pretty strong stuff" I was thinking. Next time I need asmaller glass. . She was smart without being arrogant. She was friendly in a way that was refreshing to the brusque and hardened New Yorkers. They also liked that she didn't seem to be awed by Gabe's celebrity, nor was she obsessed with his money.He knew she was afraid of what they would think of her. After all, she was seventeen years his junior and fresh out of high school. She was also—in her mind—overweight and pudgy, from a family that was poor and unsophisticated, and she thought of herself as a little. Her head was bobbing with her hands stroking him in unison with her mouth. “Oh god, I need this in my pussy now!” she said. Stevie then got up, sat in his lap and guided him inside of her. She was so wet that her pussy juice coated Ted's cock and was running down her thighs. The room began to smell like Stevie’s sex.Ted and Stevie got a nice rhythm going and I watched Stevie get her first orgasm. Then she moved into the middle of the bed. She told Ted she wanted him from behind and wanted me in.