"Don't hurt yourself Kenny, we havemuch to discuss and I want you focused," Mato said. As Kenny's eyesopened for the first time he was greeted with th...e sight of a kindgrandfatherly looking man he assumed was Mato his captor.Mato Gordsomowankvich was born in Post War Moldavia to a pretty well offfamily, during one of Stalin's red surges his Nation was suddenly thrustinto the red Soviet rule. His family suffered immensely due to theCommunist rule. On his 17th Birthday he was thrown out of his. I had the common sense though to keep myself well lubed with KY Jelly to avoid soreness.Orgasms as the result of masturbation are wonderful enough, but they lack the real thrill of a climax from being fucked. My orgasms from frigging myself only served to blunt the enormous craving I had for sex, I still needed to feel the passion and lust of another body screwing me. I wanted to phone Carol, get her round here to fuck me, but she was on holiday with Patti in Greece, I had a nice post card from. I couldn’t push the undergarment all the way up and off because his arms were too eagerly reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. With those items of clothing discarded, I sat back down on the bed and rolled onto my back — lifting my hips to strip away my panties. I sat back up as Jack made quick work of removing his belt and opening his pants. His raging hot member was only inches from my face as his trousers and boxers slid to the floor. My heart beat even faster as I feasted my eyes upon his. I went to Catholic schools where one did not change for gym, so again I had no real basis or need for comparison. As far as I was concerned, I used my pecker to pee and it worked fine for that. I met my wife Grace in high school and we were sweethearts through it all. She went to the community college while I commuted and got a four year degree. We were married when we were both twenty-one and when we had sex, it was the first time for both of us. I pleased her and she.