Heusually had some kind of visual to play with, when he did this. Helooked down at his own hand. It really did seem daintier, for whateverreason. Almo...t feminine. He spread his fingers, touched each tip to histhumb. He ran the fingers along his cockhead, which had finally wokenup and was standing at full attention. His wrist looked slender, and itconnected to a mildly feminine arm...James started jerking off, envisioning some imaginary beauty that mustbe controlling those slender fingers with. I had no issue getting to first and second base but never quite made a home run.To be honest I was the cliche hapless lover you see in rom-com films. I always came second… which may as well be last.The year was 2009 six months before I met the woman who would eventually become my wife. Who, by the way, I have never told this story to - not in any great detail anyway.At the time I was a twenty one year old virgin. I had just finished uni where I had wasted what was supposed to be the best years. His attempt at wooing his betrothed consisted of telling her off color jokes, at which he tittered like a girl. At merely sixteen years of age, she felt like her life was already over.But politics is politics, and the results of inbreeding in the groom-to-be were the whole point of getting fresh blood into the royal bloodline. It would also secure the peace between the kingdoms for a while longer as well. So, no matter how she wailed and moaned, her father's resolve never wavered and she was. She then had to decide what to do next about the situation but she too knew that it was about to reach its conclusion.What she did was put all of the literature and DVDs in a neat pile and on the top left a note written in red ink and in capital letters saying 'I WILL BE BACK AT 7PM TO DEAL WITH YOU.'She went home to make herself more presentable because not only did she expect to be giving the younger man a good spanking she also hoped to get her first fucking in more than three years. Richard.