. it's like flogging a dead horse."Earlier that evening I had lost wood during a session of rumpty pumpty, and Gwen had been forced to give mouth to g...oin resuscitation to restore my libido, which unfortunately was a wasted effort. This wasn't the first time over the last few days I had failed to give Gwen the shagging she deserved; the shagging she expected and, quite rightly, she got bloody angry when I didn't come good —pun.The session would start off well enough; my prick, steel stiff,. VVhat's getting into me, she wondered that I wake up all tit- hard and belly-hot like this? Can sexual activity be addictive? Has all this heavy stimulation of my genitals stirred me up so much that my body is going to start expecting and wanting a dose of sex every time I turn around?She sat down on the edge of the bed and tried to think about anything she had read in her texts on such a theory, and she could recall nothing of the sort. She decided that what she needed was a cold shower. But. ‘I adore your cock, I love the way it jerks upwards I squeeze it, like this, I want you so very much sir, it hurts.’ ‘Then you shall receive Sophie.’ ‘You well fuck me, yes?’ In the atmosphere of our closeness, combined with all the wonderful touching and enjoying each other the language she used was appropriate and served immediately to produce the best ever erection I think I have ever achieved. ‘Then suck me first, Sophie, suck my cock deep and slow?’ ‘I will sir with pleasure.’ Afterwards. "I'm such an idiot." She had a quiet voice, rather low. "Where do you live? Let me give you a lift home." She hesitated, looking at me again with that wide smile, then apparently decided that I wasn't any kind of threat. "I'm just off Manor Road," she said. "Is that alright?"I nodded my head, and she climbed in the passenger seat. "Martina." Nick. Nice to meet you, Martina." God, I'm so wet already," she said. She pulled a towel out of her gym bag and started to wipe off her arms and face. "I'm.