.. his wife makes a great matzo ball soup.But I'm not just getting exercise. Swimming laps is boring and I use the time for thinking about things and ...ometimes for working out plot lines for my stories in my head. Like, if a story is stuck, sometimes in the middle of my workout I'll have an "Ah ha! moment while I'm thinking sexy thoughts and I'll be able to move forward with it.Often, by the time my workout is finished, my body is on fire from the effort, my endorphins are rushing and I'm all. It also means that I will repeatedly tease and use his cock, but deny him an orgasm until the end of the night after all else has transpired. No words will be spoken unless I am teasing his cock or telling him that he may come. He outlined this option and I agreed to it. For option two we jointly agreed that all his fantasies will occur, but that I am free to alter the sequence if I choose to do so. He likes this one better than the first, as do I, because it gives me options to assert some. Nothing.I guess I got started into sexual stuff at about the time I was going into 5th grade. We had just moved into this old house a week or so and I didn't know any of the neighborhood kids too well. My aunt and cousins came right after we moved in to visit for the 4th of July that summer and Arty, my cute boy cousin who was going into 8th grade, was just starting to go through puberty then. Of course at the time I had no idea what that was nor did he.I remember bits and pieces of what was. She was nervous, even after he told her how young he was, she still expected to be greeted on the phone by some old prick. This, however, wasn’t the case.He sounded young, sexy. His voice alone was an aphrodisiac. Very seductive.Why can’t you be in my bedroom right now? she thought. If this is how amazing your voice sounds, I can’t even begin to imagine what you’d be like in bed without wanting to masturbate.And she did, sort of. His voice was insanely sexy, and while he was talking about.