But telling it all would take forever. You’ve probably got things to do; unless you’re hearing this tale in a jail cell. So, I’ll quickly go ove... what happened to me and where I am now.Time went by and between work, play, and study, the year passed before I knew it. So many things occupied my time and I was a busy man. Weekends were the slowest for me but the television helped pass the time when nothing else was available. Fitz supplied me with other sex-starved vixens once or twice a week. She. This pissed Tom off. He said “Shut the fuck up, thebartending is over. Can’t you appreciate the show?”I ignored this exchange and kept my focus on Julie, whoneeded attention after her orgasm. I flipped her overand started to give her a nice ass massage. I waspatiently waiting for my turn. I didn’t have to waitlong at all; Julie turned over and sat up, and told me“I’m ready to eat out your cute little red bush rightnow, hon! First I need to get my toy,. As I opened my mouth and sucked his large knob past my soft wet lips, I began to pump the base of his shaft, in effect masturbating him inside my mouth. He groaned with pleasure and reached out with both hands and pulled my head toward him as his plump ass began to move back and forth in rhythm to the movements of my hand as I pumped his shaft. His heavy, low hanging balls swayed back and forth in rhythm with his ass. As I masturbated him with my right hand, I reached between his thick thighs. .....Now, back to “Just what I needed.”— In the heart of my puberty years, in 8th grade, my mother moved north to Atlanta because there was far more opportunity there to make much more money as a stripper. Brittany moved with her, and began her own stripping career, moving to Miami soon after that. I went to live with my grandmother in a small town. I missed Brittany and my mom terribly, and as a result became completely obsessed with women’s clothes. Not only were they much more comfy than.