Invisible Criminal“Caution, approaching platform.” We’re nothing but invisibles nowStrangers on a train, that clichéd riftSpun up, up, up in fa... off Hollywood lightsWith those backstage sets and the rain machinesDropping watery gems into silver tearsThe real fucking taleBehind those Westside BluesWhere you’re a Maria and I’m a TonyJust star-crossed fuckups miscast and misplacedCuz this ain’t no Broadway sketch withLyrical grace and heavy themes to thinkSo let’s just face the fucking truth of it. Our sex life is pretty standard (a couple of times a month, if that), my husband is in his late 50’s and over the past year or two, has had trouble getting it up. To be perfectly frank, I haven’t really missed it, as his erect cock was only 11cm/4.5 inches when we married, and after 3 kids, I hardly felt him when we fucked. I’ve always masturbated to relieve myself.Recently I’ve been getting hornier and have resorted to masturbating while surfing the net. I think my increased libido is related. We were sitting as such as her jean has spots of her cum. After interval the movie started again, she went to rest room to clean herself and came back. I was really hard as I have not masturbated during the whole foreplay.After she came I asked her to masturbate me. She immediately opened my zip and started stroking. As I was in excited state I came early when her hand felt on my cock. I again placed my hand between her thighs,she pushed and told that she has cleaned her just now so not to do. I figured must be the spot. As I approached the podium, I ripped of my tee shirt, and knocked off my kicks, then stripped out of my jeans and took a stand. Facing the doorway, I took a pose like I was about to throw the ball, much like the now famous pic of Ronald Reagan---'cept he was in full uniform. About this time there were several gasps and ohhs and ahhs from the classroom, and Miss Taylor just walked in. She exclaimed kinda loudly “Matthew---what are you doing”? I kinda blushed a bit,.