“Phil is no longer with us,” said Jerome after Charlie had asked him about it.“What do you mean?”“He’s busy acting out. We saw him in the ...treet talking to a hooker.”“You’re kidding.”“No,” said Irving. “He called me last night drunk from a hotel room. He said he’s been sleeping with a hooker for four straight days. He’s not coming back.”“I had no idea. What on earth happened?”“Just couldn’t hold on,” said Jerome. “The man has a lot of problems, I guess. He doesn’t want to face up to the fact. It’s big and stiff. You really should feel it too”My hand was still hovering in the air, as I dared not touch it. Mom resolutely seized my wavering hand and wrapped it round the penis. I could feel it throb as I closed my hand and squeezed it a little.“Grab him firmly and rub your hand up and down” mom coached me.It was a lot firmer than I had expected, and warm too. I also liked the smoothness and the way it moved as I slid my hand along the shaft like mom had done. “Rub it faster” she. The urgency of her need for a good, hard edit provided a solution, but it was only after another orgasm had cleared her head that she was able to take care of the implementation details. * * * She violated the story over and over. Hundreds of times she twisted it, turning once- perfect sentences into a messy, stinking mass of incoherence. Taking words and breaking them with typographical errors, boring holes in the grammar worthy of a fifth-grader or a gaming console message board. She made. She then lifted her legs and spread them so that Mandy could see that she did in fact have a love tunnel and what a pretty thing it was too. Not a hair on it, smooth lips with a little shinning moisture along those lips do to her growing excitement. “Oh my, you are the most interesting women, or man, or what ever I have ever had the pleasure in meeting and a most beautiful one as well.”“Thank you for that. I guess that means that you will be giving me my massages from now on?”As Mandy look at.