Finally stood on a pool table and shouted above the music, "I'M LOOKING TO GET MY CHERRY BUSTED HERE TONIGHT BOYS COME AND GET IT BOYS!" and then she ...ommandeered a bed room.The first boy to come in was a fat black k** named Wade Palmer who used to be unpopular like Ceres; until he learned how to pass block. She took of her dress and waved him in. He took off his pants and superman briefs. he stammered nervously when he said, "s-s-suck m-my d-ick-k." Ceres knelt down in front of him and began. One day the inevitable happened, he got an erection. I could feel him grow in my mouth, and it thrilled me, he was responding and giving me feedback, and I responded in the only way I knew, I gave him a 'Blowjob'.Shortly afterwards I went cold turkey on him, and everything stopped. I know my mothering skills had gone awry and I was terrified he would talk about it, but years passed and nothing was said, and we remained very close.Then as I approached my forties, my body awoke sexually, I was. She was scheduled to have an open casket funeral and fortunately I had been to this parlor before, so I knew how to get in without being detected. I broke in through a window and went into the main parlor room. She was there in the casket. I became aroused immediately. She was wearing a very pretty black dress and that one red strand of hair was sticking out. The casket was very smooth and the inside was soft and fluffy. I originally came there to give her my respects, maybe hit that stuck-up. Late one night, in a hotel room washing up after a particularly wretched romp with an escort girl who did not come up to her description, overcharged, and delivered lackluster service at best, an idea came to me. I made an appointment with my doctor, and spoke of my decision with my wife. I claimed that I had realized I was suffering from erectile dysfunction. Of course that run of ill-timed lapses served as proof. I was easily able to fool the doctor, who, contrary to what you may have read,.