I learned it from my grandfather. My father thought of it as a waste of time. Granddad taught me to use it as a thinking tool.I had been doing this it... seemed all my life. I would go to the backyard with a block of soft wood and my sharpened pocketknife and work problems through my head. Sometimes I would just daydream. The thinking and daydreams would end when the block of wood had become a discernible object. Over the years I had become good enough that some of my wood doodlings were. .within minutes she ejaculated her cum and started pushing harder and harder, the whole bed was bouncing like hell and i could hear the echos of her moaning sound in the room ahh ahh ahh ahhh ahh………after few more strokes even i was ready to eject my second shot and i increased my speed….she was holding my body so tight that i was feeling the cramps on my back……her moaning sound and wetness of both our bodies and odour of the sperm was making an errotic odour in the room i pushed and sped as. Blimey! I undid my jeans and pulled them down, along with my y-fronts. I moved back and took in the scene of Anne staring into my eyes while her pussy was wet and open waiting for me. “I'm on the pill, its OK,” she said.I plunged right into her, losing my virginity, my engorged knob encased in her tight hot and wet hole. I put my hands around her and pulled her bottom towards me as I gave it to her. I thrust in and out while my brother stood rapt at the sight of his girlfriend being rogered. He always knew when Buck was finished with his oats. The big Buckskin shook his head from side to side, then lowered his head so Hoyt could take the strap off his neck. He watched as his horse walked over to get another drink, then wallowed around in the red dirt again before walking over next to where Hoyt had his bedroll laid out.Buck was still standing there the next morning when Hoyt threw the cover off his bedroll. The two of them had things worked out pretty good between them. They’ve.