His word, whether in an email, an erotic story, or in IM never fail to arouse me, and I have spent more time fingering and fucking myself to climax si...ce I met him than I have ever done before, although, I have always enjoyed the act of masturbation, even as a young girl, first learning about her body, to the mature woman that I am, needing a release of the sexual tension that seems to build of its own volition. Lately though, since I met him, my solo sessions have taken on an urgency that. He collapses, and I note that his legs seem to be useless.I don’t see Anderson or Garret.* * *The front door slamming shut brings me back to reality, and I realize that my wife just walked out with the kids. I’m not worried about her leaving me. She’s just probably giving me some space.Hmm, space. . .No! I’m not going to think about those stories right now.I walk into the kitchen and open a beer. By the time my wife and kids return from a trip to the zoo, I’m thoroughly drunk.“Go to. I had watch you play with yourself ever since, you pussy so amaze, look so tight, your ass so big, and your tits so large, I will love to eat and fuck you GOOD! My dick got so hard. I have a big dick; it's 12 inches long and thick. Do you want some of this nice big dick? I started to laugh as I was reading his email; I wonder how he could email me? I ask, 'Okay, how the hell you email me if you in my closet? Chuck reply; ' With my cell phone.' Sitting there dumbfounded, I reply back; 'Okay, if. What are you doing? If you want we can start at your shoulder and work down so that you can’t move anything.”“Fuck you. Fuck off!” she says. “HELPPPPPPPPP! HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! SOMEBODY FUCKING HELP ME!” she shouts. We’re a good mile and a half from the freeway. Don’t think anyone’s gonna come. I walk back to my bag and grab some duct tape.I could just bring the bag closer, rather than having to walk across the room every time I want something, but I like to give the victim time to dread.