. . it tastes like more!”.“Really?”, intoned Anita. “I’ve had a lick or two of my juices after fingering myself, but never thought about it ...efore. I wonder how it compares to the taste of your jism? Hmm, guess there’s only one way to find out, huh?”, and she released him from the stockade of her thighs. “Dad, I want to suck you off, right now!”.Jim vaguely remembered the sensations on his cock the previous night, and the memory made it impossible to refuse her. Pulling himself up the bed, he. Beth had always known that she was attractive, however, as she had a plethora of guys who were sniffing around her like vultures but most of them were like some of her work colleagues, sad, miserable losers who probably spent most of their evenings either down the pub getting pissed with their sick, sad mates, or stuck in front of the TV watching some dodgy porn channel! Allan had been class, someone from her own level. Beth knew she was better than the usual type of guy she attracted. The. I was shocked yet again. There were several pictures of him and two women doing everything you can imagine. I never would have imagined he had such a wild life. One of the women was Stacie the apartment complex manager. She was late 30’s early 40’s, same as me; tall, long blonde hair and a rather shy demeanor. She had been extremely helpful from the beginning of this ordeal. Now was the big debate. What do I do with this new found information? I continued my work and it was weighing heavy on. “I’m flat on my fucking back!” I said. “Books, TV, whatever, it’s not going to work. I want to be up and about. I want to move around. I’m not a fucking cripple!”Liz sighed as the others in the room made a strategic withdrawal.“I know,” she said.“No,” I said, shaking my head again. “You don’t know. I got up all by myself this morning. I took a shower and got dressed without anybody’s help.”“You took a shower?” Liz cut in urgently. “You didn’t get your arm wet, did you?”“No!” I replied. “Liz,.