I could feel a tingle begin between my legs and my nipples harden as I watched. Then, almost suddenly, his back arched upward, he let out a muffled gr...an, and arcs of white fluid spurted up out of him as he moved his hand up and down. God, that's what it's like, I thought. He was cumming, having an orgasm.His pace slowed way down and he lay there with his head slightly thrown back, a look of bliss on his face. He was happy, very happy.Not wanting to risk being seen, I carefully made my way back. "Yeah..." I mumble."I now realise that if I hadn't done this, you wouldn't be so stressedout just being in the same room as me," mum says. "You don't know howmuch that hurts me as a mother. But- but, umm, you shouldn't feelguilty about that. It's me that's done this, pushed you away... If Ihadn't pushed too hard, you wouldn't be so stressed out, and wouldprobably be just as successful as you are now. I mean, I never went touniversity, for starters. If I hadn't pushed you, you'd probably stillbe. Just as she arrived, there the old man was walking slowly up to that venerable site.The journalist stood quietly by and watched the old man pray. After about forty-five minutes, the old man turned to leave. He was using a cane and was moving very slowly. The journalist then approached the old man for an interview.“Pardon me, Sir, I’m Rebecca Smith from CNN. What’s your name?”“Morris Feinberg,” he replied.“Sir, may I ask how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?”“For about. Time streamed by, and Clarissa was either in a dream or in hisstall when he felt his cheek pinched, and then a thump on his left inflated testicle. Opening his eyes, he saw several vampire milkersstanding by a faucet holding champaigne glasses. Then, he saw oneturn and look at him and the other males, and she noticed he was aware and conscious and winked at him. "Look, Stall # 17 is awake." Veronica came by and laughed, "that's Clarissa's next meal. Let'swake them all up, I think it.