I grew up in a Baptist church. My parents and I went nearly every Sunday. One Sunday, while I was setting with another group of boys my age in Youth S...unday School, the pastor came in. The Sunday School teacher had apparently known he was going to drop in. The pastor gave us boys a stern warning about the 'sin' of touching ourselves (meaning, masturbation). As young boys, the very mention of such a thing caused an automatic nervous reaction, because, as the pastor obviously suspected (and. He was well over 300lbs now and it hurt his sex life, as he knew Dana found him unattractive. He was 36, stood 5'8", 322lbs, and had a 5.5" dick, but with all the fat around it was actually only 3.5" tops! Jim resorted to the internet and porn to get himself off, and would take Dana's panties from the day before and sniff his beautiful wife's pussy as he played with himself. It had been months since he and Dana had had sex, and she would go to bed before him and use her vibrator on herself. Jim. My friend road my husband like he was a wild mustang that needed to be broken and as she came a third time, dropped forward, her now pulsing pussy pushing my husband out of her. Being the good friend and wife that I am, I got up and guided his cock back into her. She was shaking and moaning as I put him back inside of her saying, “he’s not done with you yet.” That statement put my husband into high gear because he lifted her up enough to where he could start pounding her from underneath her. I. First, though, she wanted to look at the stockings. We didn’t hang stockings for all the hearthmates. We still had a firm rule about only giving a token gift or none at all, but the children were different. Xan wasn’t interested in her own stocking, though. She had a little bag of gifts to put in Céleste’s and Sharon’s stockings. She made them origami swans. She debated a moment and then put one in her own stocking.“Otherwise they’ll think Santa forgot me,” she whispered. I treasured the words..