I even grabbed my crotch to make sure the family jewels felt normal, and everything there seemed just like always."Of course," I said sourly out loud,..."If he did I might not know it. Maybe he reduced me to this out-of-shape body from my former glory as a welterweight prize fighter and sought-after porn star. How would I know?"I wouldn't, but hearing my own voice cheered me a bit, if for no other reason than it worked too and sounded just like I remembered it.I found a door behind me, and had an. Then my fingers found her clit and with slow soft movements I rubbed and stroked her clit while my lips gently came in contact with her vagina. I moved my hand away and moved my tongue to her clit and made soft slow movements that became harder faster as I heard her breathing become louder mixed with “ohhh!.” With my hand I gently inserted my first finger into her and she set out a loud moan. I continued moving my tongue on her clit while moving my finger in and out of her until her. ." If I had a fucking nickel for each time a girl's boyfriend suggested a wax treatment!" Heidi scoffed. "How would they appreciated it if somebody tore the hair off their balls? Perhaps with a pair of tweezers!"The image of Jim getting a treatment made me giggle. "I don't think that's Jim's scene." Is it yours?"I knew that it was going to be my scene as long as Jim suggested it. This may be a test from Jim to see how loyal I was to him and what I would do for him. To tell you the truth, the. Something changes in a person when they pick up a guitar, tin whistle or whatever. To play you expose a piece of your soul, indeed, doing anything creative means putting a piece of you into the work.You become vulnerable, and in that vulnerability true communication ensues. The execution may not always be perfect, but people respond. It's true that when you give love it's always returned. At least I've found it so.Things happened pretty quickly from that afternoon onwards. Some two weeks later.