He hateddoing it, but he decided that this time he would have to fake orgasming.It was not something he'd done much before and it was kind of cheating...ut the facts of getting older were there. He grunted and thrust harderand harder for several minutes and then made the noises like he wascoming before pulling out quickly so that she didn't notice that he wassoft now. He turned away from her so that she wouldn't see his softeningmember as he scrambled of all fours from the bed."That was wonderful. I can forget aboutmy troubles for a while, when I am working at the computer. The onlyproblem is when my nipples itch, or I go to move he cushion that I amsitting on and then realise that it is my bum, not a cushion. I havedecided to spend more time in the gym and get rid of the padding.October 23rd 2012I went to see the specialist again today. What bizarre news they gave me.It would appear that I have somehow developed the ability to converttestosterone into oestrogen. My testicles have also. "It's not something I have to do, it's something I want to do." Mary leaned forward and kissed him. "Are you ready?"Mary followed James's gaze down to his midsection, where his raging erection, looking as hard and straight as a totem pole, left no doubt as to his readiness. She took one more deep breath before climbing onto the bed. She threw her leg over his midsection and knelt above his body. Her pubic hair tickled his balls as she held him in her hand, wondering at how hot and rigid it. "Do you want me to suck it?" I asked. "Oh yes, yes please." he replied. "That's not the way to ask." I said. "You have to order me to do it." He grabbed me by the hair and said. "OK, you fucking slut. Open your mouth. I'm going to fuck your throat." Well that really excited me. I opened my mouth, as ordered and closed my eyes as his huge dick was forced into the back of my throat. I started to choke at first, but as he grabbed the back of my head and forced the big thing down as far as it would.