I slowly cracked the door to find AJ’s gorgeous ass in the air, bent over while she was giving Jim a blowjob. Her pussy was glistening wet from her ...nticipation of cock. My cock was rock hard watching the scene unfold in front of me. I took my cock in my hand and started stroking as I had done to them the night before. But something was different. My hand wasn’t going to do the job. I need a pussy. I needed *her* pussy! With shockingly little fear, I opened the door and advanced toward the bed,. She drew my attention and I was around her age to in my early 20,s.So one day I was doing a show and she would drop by with some other girls who also worked with her. She was very noticeble with her thick red lipstick on and her red painted nails. I couldn,t help taking my eyes off her. I also noticed she wore black seamed nylon stockings with her 7″ high heels that she wore. I nearly lost my mind. Being a Dj meeting the opposite sex or anyone wasn,t to hard for me.I noticed as I was playing my. Ok, Mark lets get this sponge bath started, she rinsed the sponge in the bowl and began to rub along his abs, her boobs were so close to his face, his dick started to grow inside his boxers and Ella began to smile. Mark this needs to be a full sponge bath today so i am going to take your boxers off and with that she did and his cock sprang out, ooooo Mark, it looks like somebody is pleased to see me she cooed, she gently begins to gently rub the sponge up his thighs getting close to his hard. It is me. Part of me. All of me. By what right can you claim that a part of me that defines who I am is separate, an illness, a sore to be healed? I know what I feel. I know who I am. Can you say the same? Unlike you I can see where this ends. The waves I ride get higher, deeper and harder to survive. Recovery (your word) is longer each time. The further I go, the harder it is to come back. And why do I, why should I turn back? Because that is what you expect of me? I know there is only one end.