I want, and I want very much, to proceed to the orgasm---what I'd set out to achieve, eventually, but have provoked, and teased for about as long as I... am capable of going!I close the lap-top, stand up, and hurry to the bathroom. I close the door behind me, so as not to wake my wife, and I resume stroking my cock once again; and this time, I'm not going to refrain from going on to the orgasm itself! I very much WANT to come now!Standing in front of the sink, I can see my hand stroking my cock. The only thing which struck her as odd during the night was that he never once showed any inclination to enter her except by way of her mouth. He didn't even finger her much; certainly nowhere near enough to give her a climax.The next morning, after Helen had sucked him off and licked his penis clean without Derek making the slightest move to give her any sexual satisfaction, he telephoned Hajji Darwish Dosmukhamedov and explained the problem of Helen's lack of a passport.~What is this woman to. She crawled to the wall next to the television and pushed the dildoagainst the wall until it was sticking straight out at the perfectheight. Not wasting any time, she turned around and backed up towardsthe dildo. Using her hands, she guided the plastic cock to her entranceand then pushed back, letting the head split her lips apart. She moanedas the new toy slipped further inside of her. Her eyes closed and shecontinued to move backwards until she felt her butt cheeks hit the wall,once again she. I thought she was nutty, that she had a problem, but onthe other hand I recalled how much I liked dancing with Laura. It didfeel good to rub myself against her and her clothing."Well John, you are a well dressed -- what? Do I call you a lady, awoman? What? Explain yourself. Tell me all about it -- your feelings --your desires. Do you feel more like a woman when you're dressed or doyou do it just to masturbate? Speak! Dammit!" I...I...I, I...uhm, I...have masturbated while dressed, yes. Do I.