With the copper and titanium alloy his host had so graciously provided him, as well as a nice little powered oscillator within the lantern he had the ...beginnings of a distress beacon. He had no instruments to check his harmonic circuits so he’d have to take it slowly, judging a circuit’s Q-factor by the heating of the components.For now it was sufficient to cook some rations and sit before the fire, listening to the night noises.Come morning he boiled some sweet potatoes and mashed them with. I can’t help myself, even to this day I still do it. Probably around the age of 12 or 13 if I was lucky enough to find a pair of freshly worn ones in a hamper, I would bring them up to my nose and sit on the commode and jack off. I was always careful to place them back in the hamper, so no one would know that I was doing it. I did not care if it was a young or old woman’s Panties that I was smelling I just knew that it gave me the urge to stroke my cock and cum. As I got a little bit older,. The game continued for several hours. Until it looked as if Jasons poor little Jessica would be the next and last swinger of the day and the game. Having just lost his last blue chip Jessica was frantically scared trying to free herself from her bounds and the noose around her neck, The next hand was dealt and Jason place in his red chip as his one and only bet for this hand, with only a pair of twos he folded the hand, standing he gave Jessica a kiss as she fought him for release, begging. No. As she removed my boxers and exposed my pulsing cock she covered her mouth and started to laugh so hard she was going bright red. After a couple of seconds she regained herself and said, “It’s not as small as I though,” trying not to laugh. I just looked at the floor completely humiliated.She stood up ran her fingers through my hair and said, “Don’t worry about it, ill shows you other ways to please a women, without that little pin dick.”She then stuck her tongue down my throat, while ever so.