Again, I pumped my fingers quickly in and out. Immediately, that wonderful feeling returned. My hand pumped so fast that, in addition to my juices m...aking wet noises, the palm of my hand slapped my pelvic bone and made a clapping noise. With my free hand, I clenched the bedsheets as hard as I could. My breathing was becoming so loud that I wondered if Mom could hear me, but I didn’t care. My heart was thumping so rapidly that I thought it was going to explode. It didn’t take long before I felt. She’s been mentoring me to loosen up.”“NO!” Roy protested. “I’m not upset – quite the opposite; I loved it all and I noticed every day. I was scared to say anything, but you kind of opened the door so I could earlier today with your inadvertent text photo. I wish it had happened years earlier. You ... you’re so pretty. I look to see how you are and what you’re wearing every day. I ... I ... I like you – a lot.“You also started to speak up more, weren’t afraid to use some mild swear words about. "Oh, man!" Cassie muttered when Derrick's dick sprang free. "Look what we have here. Derrick, babe, you don't mind if we play with this for a while, do you?"Ashley and Anya directed Derrick to the couch while Cassie was captivated by the bouncing erection in front or her."Wait!" she said when they almost had Derrick ready to sit. Cassie pressed tight to Derrick and looked up at the guy who stood almost 15 inches taller than she stood. His erection was between their bodies. With a twinkle in her. Now, after being unable to decompress on my own, I'm sitting here on my couch with a bottle of Chardonnay and my largest - and favorite of late - wine glass while I try to write away my sorrows and frustrations. So, here goes: My life feels like a giant mess pile in a contractor trash bag that I keep dragging behind me with no hope for the heaviness of its stress to lighten. I haven't gotten over my last break up yet - sad, I know - and it's just making me feel like I'm the most worthless.