“It’s so big. XXX Yes, yes… just like that.”
I followed her instructions again, doing my best to restrain myself. “Yeeessssssss!” Helen blurted. In and out,” she counted—a conductor keeping time for our symphony of sex. Although I was interested in and fairly good at several sports, able to hit three-point shots and rattle off useless statistics memorized from the Post’s back pages or parroting Sportscenter anchors, I never really clicked with jock culture or the team mentality. She gently kissed my swollen balls, ticking the taught skin of my scrotum, before once again cradling my shaft in her petite hand. I really had an incredible time with you. Helen coached me, encouraging me like a cornerman coaching a boxer to use his footwork and jabs in order to set up a
