.. the anxiety came at odd times, not when the movie was stressful, but out of nowhere." That's right. Free floating anxieties. They can be very debil...tating. Some professional athletes use a similar treatment to improve their 'head game.' I beg your pardon – that unfortunate pun was unintentional – I don't intend to make light of your situation. In any case, like those professional athletes, you learned to master those random intrusions of stress and anxiety, and by the third session you were. I felt his juices flowing down the back of my throat and I had to drink it quickly to avoid choking…I wanted him inside me again. So I released his enormous cock and it slid out from my eager mouth. He was spraying like a fountain as I releasedhim and my face and tits were covered in his pre cum. I then bent over a big armchair and stuck my ass out.I called Randy, slapping my butt for him to mount me. I heard myself urging him to move on my exposed body…Randy soon climbed on my back and he. She isn’t much to look at face-wise, but her body is a total smoke show. I’ve seen her spend almost an entire lunch hour riding that thing with her skirt scrunched around her waist, her blouse open and her bra up around her neck. Jerry, the IT guy, watches Michelle from a distance as he slowly tugs his purple-headed hard-on. He has his shaft poking out through his pants, which I always find to be a fun look for men. There’s a ball of tissue clenched in his free hand. His butt isn’t as tight as. Then I put both my hands behind me, grasping his ass, and deliberately I pulled him deeper into me, in complete surrender.His big cock was throbbing, pulsating with desire. I felt it jerking against the walls of my anal tube, now I wanted him to fuck me out of my mind... it might hurt me even further - I didn't care.... all I wanted was for him to fuck me silly! "Oh, do it to me now!" I groaned, and pressed myself further onto him, my anus was clenching around his throbbing shaft."Bend over and.