Forgive my clumsy attempts at poetic descriptions, but as I said, it is hard to describe. It was almost more of a feeling than a sound.Upon hearing it... I stopped masturbating and listened intently. I heard it again, but it was much quieter and more distant, and it quickly faded. It seemed like a voice, but without distinguishable words.I decided it was either my imagination or maybe the wind. I finished up and went to sleep.A few nights later, again as I was masturbating, the sound returned.. ’ Jasmine wondered what to do with him, and then an idea struck her. George’s mother had given her the world’s ugliest scarf last year for Christmas. She went to the closet and got it out, god it was ugly. The woman must be blind, even if it was a designer label, it was still hideous. Chartreuse and fuchsia and a loud print, ick, but it did not matter now, it would work beautifully for her purpose this morning. In fact she might need two of them, so she grabbed another scarf, not as ugly as the. I would not abdicate my responsibilities and my wife respects my opinions. In short, this story is about our sex life, not to be confused with the rest of our life. Donna and I both have careers as professionals in our respective fields. We both experience a lot of stress in our careers. All that being said, you must be wondering why in the world would a guy in my position have put himself in such a precarious position by giving up control of his manhood? Any time my wife or I want a. . we can’t! Sooner or later it will come out and we’ll be ostracized, and that’s putting it mildly. I could wind up in prison and you---you could be placed under the State’s supervision, which would mean in a home for wayward boys until you’re 21.”“And think about, Mom. She’ll be dragged into this---this mess. Your involvement with Mom will come out too, and make matters even worse. Do you want to see her sent to prison too?”“NO!” I sobbed, for I was crying at this point. My dreams were being.