In some ways he did me a favour because he was the person who always told M that spunk was full of vitamin E and not only was it good for body it was ...also very good for the skin.This sound advice is the reason why, though the blowjobs may have worn off for me in recent times, I still get to wank on M's tits at least twice a week, that of course is also down to her love of watching a cock cumming, but I will tell you more about anotherr time.Anway this short story is one that turns me on but it. It stood just 3 1/2 feet tall and weighed around 57 pounds. Its hair was a shoulder length curly mess and it had a cute little bubble butt. Cynthia sat on the sofa and ordered it to stand in front of her and remove its dress. It shivered as it stood there in nothing but panties. When it was ordered to remove its panties it looked questioningly at Cynthia who just slapped her hard across the face. Take of your panties you worthless bitch. Sobbing and shaking it did what it was told. Cynthia. Suddenly I realize she is staring at me. Leaning backwards and biting the pen she has in her hand. I put my hands in my pockets and stare at the floor."You naughty boy", she says. "You're not doing your job. Just running around with your dick all hard and wanking off all day. I should fire you on the spot, you filthy wanker"."But, I haven't" I replied. "Just got carried away since its been so long since the last time, almost a week". Which was a really long time for me to not cum."Still that is. As a gust of wind tunneled down Ninety Sixth Street he made a firm decision to leave his mother. He imagined what he would find in California besides the bountiful sun. Perhaps the women would smile. Yes, wasn’t that the real reason for leaving? To see a woman and to be embraced by one? Isn’t that the ultimate reason for any man’s journey through the darkness, only to be found, or at least discovered, by the tender eyes of a woman?‘A woman must provide peace of mind,’ he thought. ‘And in.