The question took her breath away. How did he know, she thought. She answered slowly but honestly. ‘Yes, I have for as long as I can remember. Befor... I got this job I would do it up to 4 times a day. There was nothing to do and it helps me clear my mind. I do a lot of thinking during the build up.’ He then asked if she found the walking ‘pleasurable’. She did not say she liked it, but didn’t say she didn’t. She did explain that she had noticed in the past when working out that she would get. "Oh..fuck," I say quietly. I let go of my cock and I watch it twitch and jerk, as if some sort of electrical current is being applied to it.I take in a deep breath, hold it a second, or so, and then let it out slowly; and I feel a momentary calmness flow through me until I resume stroking my cock once again; and this time I no longer want to hold back. I want, and I want very much, to proceed to the orgasm---what I'd set out to achieve, eventually, but have provoked, and teased for about as. After a minute, she sighed deeply.“Okay, let’s do it, Will.”Just before we started, some of the others – Mary Beth, Merry, Ange, Lisa – had come up to the studio. I looked at Tracy, she smiled and gave me a nod. I played the opening broken chords on the Rhodes, and waited for Tracy to start singing. I played chords, filling in behind her. This time, her voice was clear, pure, she held each note perfectly; with it pitched down to a range that was better suited to her voice, she didn’t have to. And after many times ask she go to cry and told me she want to see me to. So i drived to her house 1 and a half hour driving and i call at the door. Than she scream Pleas go to the back door thats open. So I walk to the back door and go inside the room and there she sit. I walk to here and i had a litle shock couse that woman i saw a year ago for the last she whas than 52 yrs old than she looked 38 yrs but now she is 53 yrs old and i saw a tired wrinkles older woman siting at the couch. I go.