Getting StartedI could see her watching me get settled as I centered myself on the towel. I closed my eyes again and tried to forget all about Susan being less than 3 feet away from me, watching my every move. I spread my legs apart, comfortably positioned my testicles and positioned my right hand to jerk off. She had gotten me hard as a rock. Then the familiar feeling as my fingers encircled my penis.I started stroking myself, trying not to think. It was things that had sharp edges like hard breads and the like that scared the hell out of me. When I got word from the eye ear nose and throat man that my voice would only get a little better, I resigned myself to never singing opera, but I might be able to do gospel. Since I couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket with a lid on it, I didn’t really mind the singing thing. It was the volume or lack there of that pissed me off. My voice was practically a whisper and everyone thought that it must.Read More
