Approaching the motel you look out at the neon sign slightly flickering. It just adds to the seediness of the place. Your nerves are making it feel as... if there is butterflys trying to escape your belly. As you pull into the parkinglot younotice there are some men already in cars waiting. The sight makes your heart skip a beat and the fact that this will be happening suddenly cements in your brain. What untill now was only plans and thoughts are becoming so much more. You dont think you have. I often wondered myself what would have been if you wouldn't have ended things. It did indeed hurt when I read you were sure and that was it. But what was I suppose to do? As you said, you were 17. I couldn't just drive up to your parents place and claim you as mine, that would not have ended well. But the thought was there. I was mad for a while, but got over it. As to your comment of things happen for a reason. How do you figure? Do you think it was a good thing we broke things off? please. No such luck; no matter how many times I jackedoff, got blown, or fucked someone in whichever hole theyliked, I lasted exactly seven minutes. No more; no less.I’ve tried everything to increase the time. Thisincludes hypnosis. Nothing helps.Now I will say this; seven minutes is a long time towait for an orgasm. Especially when you want a quickie.When the only thing you want to do is get in, get yoursand get out, seven minutes is an eternity. Other thanthat, there’s nothing good about. I kinda thought you didn't like ta do this sort of thing."Lifting her mouth off his saliva glistening penis, Allison looked up at her son to say, "I just wanted you to know that I love you and will do anything to make you happy, Son," as she went back to her self-imposed task. She had begun this as a demonstration of her love and willingness to let them all continue their private lives as they saw fit. Now that she found it not at all distasteful, the sensory aspect began to run its course.