I have to stop every so often, so that I can maintain myself of the very edge of coming, and not-coming; and it's a challenge, but it's a challenge I'...e grown to enjoy embracing! In fact, my wife and I do not have sex---or, at least, not in the 'conventional' sense---as in intercourse. I glance down again at my cock as my hand loosely holds it while stroking it up, and down, up, and down; again, and again.I was asked by someone, someone who knows about how my wife and I conduct ourselves. His hands were harsh, punishing as he pulled her up against his body, his mouth slanting over hers hard, crushing her lips with his own even as his tongue thrust into the deep, moist cavern within. His fingers were rough as rubbed over the caftan like weave that draped over her body even as his intent made it disappear. The murmur of approval coming from Sarah as his mouth moved roughly, wetly over the curve of her throat to her breasts had him groaning, even as his fingers curved under her. I thought you looked great, but today you are drop-dead gorgeous.”She smiled evilly with a sparkle in her eye. “I had quite a mess when I got home yesterday. I was extremely wet and horny. All I could think about was feeling your cock through your pants.” And with that, we embraced with a long passionate kiss.She leaned on the side of my desk and I helped her up. She was so soft and smooth and sexy. I took my hand and gently stroked her right leg. There was no resistance and as I moved up, she. It is kind of scary that I would be so far gone."She pulled me into a quick shower and as we were drying off Crystal explained, "How you were then, is how Aaron has been since you were hit with lightning, only he did not spend years getting that way. His family has had him under really close watch to make sure he does not commit suicide. They recruited cousins and his sisters to have someone around him all of the time, even in the bathroom. They take turns sleeping in his bed in case he gets up.