With gooning, however, the desire to orgasm “pretty much goes out the window,” Christfister explains. It’s like when a basketball player enters ...��the zone” and can’t miss a shot because their muscle memory and mental focus are locked in sync — except in this case, the goal is to not shoot a damn thing. Instead, a gooner remains “deeply in the bliss of masturbation,” Christfister continues, submitting themselves to an unrelenting cycle of tease and denial. Gone are thoughts of your workday or the. "I know what to do with you."She stood up. I looked at her leather clad body. Her hair was still in a tight bun. Her face was flushed and her cheeks had gone red. Her big beautiful hazel eyes were opened wide and her smile formed crow's feet around them. Her pouty lips were painted bright red that looked incredibly sexy against her pale skin. She had a small chin and pierced ears. I could see wrinkles around her mouth and on her throat which was glowing against the black, shiny, skin tight. She pushed harder, finallypounding with her fist, until the victim's vagina was incrediblystretched to accommodate the turnip, big as a baby's head. However,then the lady let go, the turnip fell out. She went back to the outdoorkitchen and returned with a section of tree limb, as thick as her armand crudely pointed on each end, as it had been cut with an ax. Sheput one end on the ground as saw that the other end rested againstpubic hair. Again she pounded the turnip into the too-tight. Dexter said, “I left it in ... well I left at an airport. I have to go back for it when I’m feeling better.”“Why don’t you rent one?” she asked.“Why should I rent one when you have one?” Dexter asked.Somewhat embarrassed by her old car, she answered, “My car is small.”“So?”“Just figured ... you’d want something better,” she said.Dexter said, “Small is fine.”“Let me call in the card to the agency,” Amber said.“Go ahead,” Dexter said.Amber made the call. She talked for a few minutes and then hung.