I noticed an ad in a gay directory I had from a guy in his late forties offering a massage/prostate massage. Prostate massage is nice when you find so...meone who is good at it and knows how to do it right and my first boyfriend was excellent at the prostate massage/blowjob combo. Some men I’ve been with have warmed me up with a brief prostate massage and there have been some when I’ve wanted to say, “Keep going!”I called the guy up, who introduced himself to me as “Steve,” and he told me he did a. Mum was the first to notice I had passed out again; my juices were spewing out all over the carpet, oh shit, another mess to clear up. She had to beat Dale and the face-fucker off me; then the girls helped me onto the sofa between Lola and Mum. She said my thighs didn’t stop twitching for ages as the orgasm ran its course through my overloaded body. When I came to, everyone was crowded around a flash-looking Surface Tablet displaying my internal data. I walked over, just standing at the back of. And I knew without any doubt whatsoever, I was looking at the crescent moon of one of her dark colored areolas!I don't think I'd ever been so fucking hard in my entire life! And then as I made my final trip ... knowing it would be, I looked, and holy shit ... it was suddenly there. This big, beautiful, totally naked hard nipple just waiting for me to kiss it, to suck it, to fondle it. And then I was. I remember reaching it, first kissing it of course, repeatedly, her hand suddenly on the back. We got bored. When we made the decision we weren't going to go for two years, we graduated a whole year early and the idea of flying back and forth... ? We had no intention of learning to fly, we were just hauling Candy to Franklins so she could learn. Life makes funny squiggles out of carefully thought out and meticulous plans. We got squiggled. It's not our fault we don't suffer from inner ear imbalance. We're both gymnasts so flying through the air upside down twisting and turning doesn't.