Tuesday and Friday mornings and the instructor is just to die for. I'm definitely a sopping little yummy cummy of deliciousness after those sessions I... can tell you. Anyway, Sexy Aunty, I'd better tell you why I'm writing (about fucking time). Now although my life is blissful, I must admit that the sex has always been a little lacklustre. Not that I mind, even princesses can't have everything their hearts desire. So I was very excited the other evening when, whilst snuggling on the sofa watching. " I laugh, but it's a clumsy one. "Yes. And I have to practice too." Milan walks to the living room and I follow him. "Sure, you have to practice getting a blowjob." We sit down on the couch. "Well… uhh. I mean… I have to practice not cumming immediately when a hot… uhh… when something hot happens. I guess." "Dan, you can train that with just your hand and some tissues too."I take a big gulp of my beer. "You know…" "I get it. You just want to get off. And I'm a slutty fag who wants to help you. Nearly thirty years older than her, he looked amazing. The woman stepped before him, perhaps thirty years of age. There she was, he stated in thought, confident he just witnessed the emergence into his life that long awaited inspiration and she was beautiful. She was different than all those previous inspirations. She was unique and that he praised. She held her smile, cleared her throat then finally pushed herself to speak, ‘Hello,’ she took a breath, ‘Mr. Hardway, I hope I’m not too late.’. My only quirk when I am with a lady is I will admit I love being in a good position to see their reaction when my huge hose flops out of my pants...whether I am standing or they are kneeling, I like to see their look of awe and raw lust when they see it for the first time. But otherwise, what I want is good, straight, vanilla sex. I can easily cum 5-6 times in a marathon sex session, can last forever as I pound away, and my cock doesn't even soften between orgasms. On top of that, I can do all.