He reached down and began to tug and rub his silky skin up and down the length of his cock. He groaned when his hand brushed his balls. He cupped his ...balls with one hand and kept rubbing his cock up and down with the other. He enjoyed rubbing his thumb across the tip of his cock. He shuddered with delight. He imagined her skirt moving up higher and higher each time she crossed and uncrossed her legs. He imagined her opening her legs slightly, giving him a great view of her lovely sweet wet. She wanted to be a psychiatrist. She studied brain processes and looked at brain scans. Now here she was experiencing two (I would say) rather overt chemical processes of her own; one in her brain, one in her cunt.Would she have analyzed herself if she were a different person with the same passions? What would her brain scan have looked like at this moment? And most importantly, what, aside from a deluge of serotonin and estrogen, was going through her head right at that moment and could it be. Oh I was on cloud nine.The sun was setting and a gorgeous mature lady in the pool giving me an amazing blow job. I was about to cum. I held her head and started stroking in same position and in no time spurted out my cum in her mouth.I kept stroking and she gulped it all down. She let my dick go and licked my balls before pulling me back in the pool. She held me and asked if I liked it?Me: oh I loved it Sheila, you are the best host ever. We need to complete what we have started.Sheila: Not. " Hey yourself," He looks at the cover of my book, "Will Self, Dorian. Isn't that a re-write of that book about that Victorian fag?" Yeah." I say, pretending that the comment hasn't struck a chord within me, a sharp barb that drives deeper every time I hear anyone say something like that and let it slide."What do you want to read that for?" I'm obviously not supposed to answer as he continues, browsing along the shelf in front of him, "You know, sometimes I think it would be better if everyone.