One was having a hook set up on the wall, the next was from a few years of me playing hockey. When lacing up skates, you would use a lace hook to pull... the loose lace, and tighten them up, one by one. I was flexible enough with my arms that I could get the hook onto the lacing, and pull the loose ones tight, and lean away from the wall where the ends were tied off to the hook. It took me a good amount of thirty minutes to get it all the way laced up. Then I gave the laces one last hard pull. Putting his dick in different places just to make an appearance, so to speak. During that time I was having orgasms, but I don't think he had one...at least a real one. I think he may have faked it but I'm not sure. As I've stated in previous stories, I am very multi-orgasmic...kind of a male version of a nympho. I can keep cumming over and over again as long as I have a few minutes in between each shot. The evening really took a strange twist though when he told us he needed to go to the. Eddie was glad to see that she was asl**p and he did not try to rouse her. * * * * Another young wife, however, had had a much more exciting evening. Sally Dunn who was in reality ‘the couple of guys for backhand makeup lessons and drinks afterwards’ had gone to the tennis club at closing time where she had met Alyce’s husband, Eddie. The two adulterers had coupled almost immediately, frantically, tearing at each other’s clothing, exposing the softness and the hardness of flesh and. ” “Here, let me talk to him for a second.” Jools handed me her cell phone with a look of consternation in her eyes, I did my best to reassure her it would be OK. “Hi, Paul?” “Yeah. Hi, Jon.” “What are you doing for dinner tonight? I understand Laura has to work until 7.” “Actually, she just called and has to cover for her replacement who called in and is going to be late. She might not get home ‘til 8 or 9 so I guess it’s something out of the freezer tonight for me.” “Nonsense, c’mon over. I’m.