If procrasturbating were an Olympic sport, I’d be a fucking gold medalist. But like I said, I don’t need help—I’ve designed a system: I get re...dy an hour ahead of time so that I’m free to touch myself until the very last second, until I need to get on with my daily schedule. I take my shower , blow dry my hair, and get fully dressed (except for pants, which I take out of the drawer and leave at the foot of the bed) before I lie down, close my eyes, and start the cycle.If not a full-on. Sears, but I now turn to Mr. Stanley for his tools these days. Perhaps you and some of your ethereal friends in the netherworld could arrange to haunt the sucker who decided to make a quick buck off your name.Although I no longer use your tools I still visit your store regularly. I hope I won't shock you, Mr. Sears, when I tell you why. Your see, sir, after a day making my living with my tools I return home and relax in a way that might perplex a man of the 19th century such as yourself. I. Her arse was fantastic and as she seemed to be a game girl i took some of her pussy juices and smeared them over her arsehole before smearing it over my cock.I then placed it at her entrance,and getting no objection,slowly fed it into her tight hole.This caused her to gasp but she soon relaxed and was taking it in deep.I took it out again and when i slipped it back in it went in easily.'Oh fuck.That is so fucking good.I have never even let my boyfriend fuck my arse before'.I began to fuck her. She continued, "And I went with him on one trip out of town. It was the third month of our affair." I recall that trip, so it was a complete lie?" Yes, but that was the last time I lied to you that way. I didn't like doing it and felt worst then usual about it. From then on I told very few complete lies to you and I hardly ever skipped having sex with you so I could have sex with him. In fact there were times he had sloppy seconds from you. He didn't seem to mind." I know of one incident where.