I asked him every week, hows the wanking going? Anything ? There would be an embarrassing silence. He said I can get mostly hard and I get that clear ...stuff that drips down but nothing else. Come I’m man I,d say your not concentrating hard enough, or not getting enough stimulation.i could not understand it , like others my age I was randy all the time. Even with masturbating three times a day. I remembered last week when Mavis from across the Road called in to see my Mother. I was sat watching. I : “No no, I will clean, I had my lunch already” and she said no she will do it but I cleaned my fingers with tissue and took few more, placed the boxes on the desk and put my hands on her thighs. Fkkk believe me, I never thought I would be excited for an old woman and that too this was too soon.I touched her thighs and she was not sure what to say, she was silent and trying to move back but I had my hands on her thighs, slowly took off the curry with tissue and I was talking to her all the. When I finally reached her panties, MJ was trembling in excitement, and could barely stood her ground. Her knees were buckling and she was trying so hard to keep her thighs together to stop dripping through her panties.We were both completely clueless on how to do things properly but it was the beauty of it. The whole discovery phase of trying to find ways to make each other feel good was so arousing. MJ was so wet we had to take off her panties. It was a cute white panty with pink trims and. “Are you mad about something?” she asked with a look of concern.“No…well, no. Forget it.”“I can’t forget it. What?”“It’s just that…we went into this with the agreement that you would have sex with someone else, I would have sex with someone else. And so far, you’re the only one that’s going to be having sex! I can’t talk to you, I can’t touch you, I can’t play with myself-I can’t do a fucking thing!”“Do you not want me to have sex with Eddie?”“What difference does it make of what I want, huh?.