“It’s okay.”After they’d dried off and found fluffy, warm robes to fend off the chill, they sat at the kitchen table with a mug of steaming co...fee. Sara set hers down and sighed; it was a long story.“Baby, do you know that you’re not my first child?” Sara began.“I seem to remember when I was young, you sat me down and told me something about losing a child earlier. Is that what you mean?” Belle said.“Yes and no. I lost her – yes, your sister – but it wasn’t a miscarriage, or an abortion. I. She lost the provincial finals to the same team three times running. Last year she did win provincials, but only because her nemesis took the year off from the sport to help raise her family. Her team got hot at nationals and reached the semi-final, but she failed in her last shot and her team lost in heartbreaking fashion. Those in the know said she could never ‘win the big one’. Her team was in turmoil, she managed to hold them together for now but she wondered for how long. She practiced. My eyes adjusting quickly I noticed the back row was full of old men coats over their laps and rest of the place had random men pitched at a distance against the wall or mid row... there was a few of two guys sitting together but I thought nothing of it.i took up in a row about three from the back in the middle... I removed my jacket and placed it on my lap...turning to the screen it was my first view of a natural hairy pussy (although today I am a smooth natural fan). The girl in question had. I never wear out and theabsolute primal urge to masturbate never goes away. Two minutesafter a session, I am ready to go again. I have always taken thenecessary steps to keep my libido in check. I find that a steadydiet of sex with Renee, prostitutes, and myself usually does thetrick.However, over the last several months, the intensity of the demandfor release has increased almost daily. It has gotten to the pointwhere I masturbate almost continuously. I only slow down for thepretense of trying.