.." Her thinking has gone to internal dialog as she plots a course of action. It's a few minutes of quiet as Sarah keeps on rubbing my clone and givin... me a very adequate hand job to the point where I kind of do want to cum. She doesn't realize that there are three other people watching her strike the 11 inch monster affixed to her hips.Clara reaches down and starts stroking my dick in time to Sarah's ministrations. It feels suddenly like two velvet sleeves sliding up and down me, almost the. Very strong, but I like that.I also like it that she's an architect, and a good one. I feel good about the law, she feels good about creating buildings. It gives us a common ground that we frequently return to when we talk about things.When we first started dating, there wasn't much question about the sexual side. She took her time to get to know me, then she took off her clothes.She's good in bed, inventive, enthusiastic, willing to experiment, talks a lot.But, the next thing I knew, she was. And hopefully fall asleep. Now. Back to the masturbation blues blog post. I think it was the end of May, on a Sunday. My lessons were canceled, Jorge felt great (I name my boo boo’s and Jorge was a soft tissue ulcer in my arm/wrist.), I could finally wield my Fun Factory Toy the way god invested them to be wielded, with some force, with some speed and some slight rotations hitting ever amazing spot within me with his ridges causing me to shiver, squirm, moan and whimper in pleasure. Having. True companions of the sea come to the sandy dunes at this time of year to listen to the Divine power whisper truth across the foam that settles at your toes. Day stars glitter and captivate you to open your soul to all that is to be in this universe. Only those who are of the sea come here and listen. There is no need for us to talk. We hear each other clearly, without the interference of rhetoric that confuses the soul. Hands barely touching, fingers tracing the outline of the wrist moving.