The Gulf War had given me another problem besides my bad leg. It had given me some form of erectile dysfunction that the doctors just couldn't seem to...nail down. They could find no physical reason for the problem so they were assuming that it was mental, but so far the head doctors hadn't found anything either. From the way they talked I got the impression that I was the only known case of whatever it was that I had.The problem was that the condition came and went. I would have hard ons galore. He took my hips and pulled them to him. So my ass was flush with his dick. I could feel it throbbing and I knew he needed me just as much as I needed him. He took his cock and pushed it inside my wet pussy. As his cock filled me, I clenched my pussy muscles around him. Once he was balls deep inside me I could hear his breathing, and his cool wet skin brought shivers when it pressed tightly against mine. He wrapped his hand tightly in my hair and started to pump in and out of me slowly. But it. Wrapping the towel around herself, she headed back to the bathroom when shenoticed a note on the door. She had not noticed it when she had gone to getthe towel. Eric had said he was going back to the party. She felt like abath now, not a shower. Jess wandered back in to the kitchen, after turningthe shower off, and poured her self a glass of wine. After taking a longand languorous bath, Jess went to her and Eric's bedroom and stared at theempty bed. Jess imagined Eric in the arms of the. During this move, she put some leather cuffs on my wrists and I found that I could get them loose. I don't know what the other end of the ropes where connected to, but the didn't give at all. In between each move, she would reach down and give my cock a quick massage just to keep it hard. She then stood and moved to the corner of the couch and produced 2 more ropes with some leather cuffs on them. She secured on of them to my right knee. This one kept my knee raised up and then the other.