Jeff’s hand had strayed to his cock and he was absentmindedly playing with what appeared to be a pretty impressive piece of manhood. Still not sure ...ow to handle this, I made a retreat to the cooler for another couple of cold beers.When I returned the head of his prick was now fully visible down the side of his trunks and looking my way said, “Do you mind if I just mess about with myself a bit?” Like ummm, what was I supposed to say? In a squeaky kind of voice that I hoped came across as more. I can hear you begging me, begging me in your softest and sexist voice to release youWhy would I place your journey to extraordinary at risk? I suspect you are questioning why I am sharing these things with you now. Simple because I can. You see, this is not about ordinary sex. This is about loving you, a love that takes to go beyond ordinary. This is about unfurling your sails into the winds of a hard earned passion. For you, that presents a dilemma, a paradox even. You could not unfurl. On my thirteen’s birthday, when I was asked what I want, I asked for a gift card for a bookstore. My parents were delighted that I asked for such a gift. Little did they knew that soon enough I left the bookstore with incredibly detailed and dirtiest books from the store. I was smart enough to buy the ones with abstract covers that didn’t reveal the books’ content.But with such books on my hands it was even harder to resist my urges. I remember reading them and feel my cheeks burn as my body. What do you want?" For starters, some honest answers. It is perfectly clear that you deliberately engineered my humiliating experiences in the changing room and Matron's office, including that Victorian era physical exam..." Miss James gathered herself, as though she was going to object. Linda cut her off. "Please don't try to insult my intelligence. The only reason any girl would fall for that little pantomime of yours would be that she was already off balance from her trip here and was not.