Just relax, Wanda. Relax and you will see it. It will all be clear very soon. Your eyes unfocus, your mind opens, your imagination awakes and you will...paint your own story. All your secret, naughty dreams, all your guilty pleasures: They write the story. You go to a place where nothing is real; there is only the fantasy, only the adventure..."Wanda sighed. She could see it now with her unfocused eyes. A vision of herself: wild, beautiful, sensual. A vision of herself clad in purple with black. I had just laid back on the bench to do some presses when a black guy came into the room and asked, “Hey, would you like me to spot you on the bench? It would be a lot safer if we worked out together. I usually exercise with my friend, Jeremy, but he couldn’t make it tonight. By the way, my name is Marcus, and I have seen you and your pretty wife in the club many times.”I also recognized Marcus from previous visits to the club over the past year. He is a handsome guy who looks to be about. I got there and of course clothes were shed as the front door closed and after watching my buddies 69 for a while I was surprised to hear someone knock at the door. My buddy Jay said that it was his new house boy,a 27-year-old top that preferred meat even younger than himself. The first thing I noticed was that he was mouthy, and seemed to be quite full of himself. I didn't really blame him because he was comparing his 27-year-old body and cock to my 55 and 60-year-old friends bodies and cocks.. You started pulling away when you were twelve. The very last night you spent together, you woke with her head on your chest and the scent of her strawberry shampoo filling your senses. You had a throbbing hard on, and very slowly you reached down to touch it.You had discovered masterbation in the last year, but still were experienced with it. You were afraid if you played with it too much you would cum all over the bed. That was something you didn't want to explain to Brandi or her.