Mitzi's thin strip of denim pressed between her thighs like a string about to burst. The denim was darkening and the "camel-toe" was becoming more and...more evident. I don't know how well our elderly friend could see, but I could see pussy hair on both sides of that tiny sliver of fabric.I found that I had developed one hell of an erection by this time. You know how hard your cock gets early in the morning eally, really, really have to piss? I call it a "Piss-Hard". Well that's what my cock felt. ”“Why do you have trouble cumming?” “Whoa, you're not even going to use the clinically correct terms, are you? You are going directly forthe street slang? Okay, we’ll use terms you are comfortable with. I guess I have trouble because I ameasily distracted and struggle with the feeling that, on some level, sex is wrong. But I know that is silly way to feel. I realizethat sex, andin particular masturbation, is normal and healthy. Nonetheless, theseirrational feelings I have do interfere. The one thing that almost made her cry was the rose pedals that he had scattered around the room and on the bed. Soft music was playing adding to the romantic setting. It was just as perfect as she had dreamed it would be. She reached for the buttons on his shirt while looking down at his chest. John surprised her by taking her hands in his and stopping her. "What's the matter" she asked? John looked deeply into her eyes and said "Not this time, you get all the attention tonight. Just enjoy. What happened?”“I really would rather not say.”“Aisyah, please tell me what happened.”She was quiet for a moment, then spoke quietly.“The billing clerk, Jan Ayan, found out I was a Muslim and started giving me tracts when I went on service calls.”“What kind of tracts?”“Those little booklets.”“Jack Chick tracts?” I groaned.“I think so. I just throw them away.”“A trashcan is too good a place for those things. One question - did you tell the office manager that the billing clerk brought down the.