Suffice to say, it was disappointingly terrible. Emotional exercise or not, it didn’t meet the standards I upheld for myself.I spent the night tryin... to improve it. I bought 12 hours of high-performance computing from Amazon Web Services and that made a huge difference. It was a puzzle, a challenge, an itch that needed just the right combination of technology and art to be scratched. I recorded a second video, a shorter one, telling the story of him and the way his mind worked, a story I wanted. After about fifteen minutes of aggressively riding him, I moaned in another orgasm. Eight? Nine? Who knows how many it was at that point. They never really stopped. “Cum for me, Dave. Give me that cum. Shoot it inside your new pussy,” I pleaded him. Suddenly and unexpectedly, he stood up, keeping me impaled on his fuckstick. He bent me over the arm of the chair Chris was sitting in with his dick still inside Carolyn’s pussy as she squeezed him with her vaginal muscles, making him hard. And she was late going home because of a project she had been working on. As she drove she thought to herself, I really don’t want to go home to an empty house again. And that vibrator just wasn’t cutting it.Just then she saw a bar on the right side of the road. Foxy’s, it was called. Several of the other women in her office had talked about going to Foxy’s after work but she had never joined them. Why not stop in, she thought. And she did.Foxy’s was like any other bar; long winding counter. Er...intimacy. Sort of like maybe those hormones you're taking mighthelp energize him like they have you? You understand what I mean?"Lucas:I couldn't believe what Cheryl had just told me about Andy. That he's notquite the lover-boy she'd like him to be. I was totally shocked becausehe's always seemed to me to be so manly. He often treats me like I'm notquite up to his standards. He's never been mean to me but I can tell hethinks I'm just kind of a wimpy guy. And now I find out that he's.