I stopped, turned, and faced him, legs akimbo, my fingers between my labia and toying with my clitoris, 'What do you think'?Before he could utter one ...ord I asked him outright, 'Want to have some fun with me'?This time he would have to answer, so I waited as he scanned my body, 'Can I fuck you'?As horny as I was I doubted he could get it in me, due to his gut hanging over his belt, I screwed my face slightly, 'How about a nice hand job and cum on me', I counter offered.He certainly was not. Feeling turned on doesn’t mean (anymore) that my cock is hard or hardening.I still love sex! It feels wonderful to be engaged and deeply connected with my partner. It is incredible to touch her sensually and sexually. I love the wonder of her body. It is incredible to stimulate her and feel her get short of breath and very excited.It is also wonderful to lie with my eyes closed and feel her touch me. The most wondrous feelings come with feeling teased and “tortured”. A feather may. .." Not once! Not one goddamn time! And I never tried to make you, because I thought you would be 'offended'. Jesus Christ! If I knew then what I know now..." Ooooohhhh..." Lynn's voice rose in a despairing avail, her hands pushed themselves forcefully against her ears, and her eyes closed tight as though desperately trying to shut off every trace of the outside world -- a world that now seemed peopled with a million pairs of eyes, all staring into the corruption of her soul, laughing and. In fairness to me, Jackie was a very willing participant in what we did. After that we were almost joined at the hip. We didn’t make love all the time but we did enjoy each other several times. That summer after my senior year was the best two and a half months of my young life. My dad is sort of cool, even though he can embarrass the hell out of me sometimes. Three or four days after the Senior Prom, he called me out to the garage as I was getting ready to go pick up Jackie. He handed me a.