? I don't remember tests. In fact ... I don't remember anything. I ... I don't even remember my name." Yes, I know," I said with a feigned tone of con...ern. "You have amnesia ... and the tests that we've been running tell us that you will likely never recover your long term memories." I'll never remember who I was...?"I shook my head."But ... the people who know and love me ... they can help, right? Tell me about my past...? Help me to remember...? Will that trigger old mem--" There are no. It can even box us in: one acquaintance could only orgasm by rubbing against a pillow or by topping another guy; another gent could only orgasm if he used a specific type of lube; yet another gent could only orgasm if his dick had a death grip and was stroked in a very, very particular way.Often these fixations limit us in how we enjoy each other, or even just enjoy ourselves when pleasure is in our own hand(s). It seems there may be a lot of emphasis or expectation placed on. Instead of that as I'd had quite a bit too much to drink I managed to stumble back to the trailer falling into bed without even removing my shoes.Some hours later just before dawn I felt the trailer move and heard the door open then close. Assuming it was Claire returning from her night with Derek I sat up slowly nursing a monster headache to find not only Claire but Derek as well both dressed and looking refreshed despite what I had assumed would be a long night of fucking.Claire explained. "I took him in both my hands, but couldn't wrap my fingers around it. There was a little over an inch between my finger and my thumb. This was going to be a challenge. The only other cock that was close to this was Leonard the pizza man, and of course Toby. I did get them down my throat. No reason I can't take this one too I told myself.I licked his big cock, getting it wetter and wetter ... I knew the more spit I got on it as lube, the more likely I'd be able to get this monster down my.