What can be done? Well,.. she was scared senseless of it, sometimes letting out a little scream when it'd erect. Later down when we temporarily parted, she trained to fit two fists into her, but she never even managed one. Families tore us apart, usual romeo and juliet stuff,... except she was the crime boss, I her partner, and around other people we both hated and bickered with each other constantly
Anyways, I couldn't penetrate her in a fit, so I just found did whatever little miss genius wanted me to, pretty much a slave (though she constantly begged my company, often dreaming of me) and worked on it further. From extremely prim and proper she became totally perverted around me, very slowly tugging away at my pure nature. Contiuned to work on what she wanted, pretty much just being the medium between her and her dreams. She soon mentioned the feeling she got from extended rubbing... rhythm, nerves,.. hitting the right spectrum of notes... and thats when I started approaching it very musically, with my spirit eventually driving her to what I call hyperorgasmia for lack of a better word. Later that day she saw a heart specialist.
So there you go, crappy families suck and corn flakes packets should not offer them the licence. Next time something similar happens though, i'll be ready to start riots and take down armoured vehicles.
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What happened after my younger days?
The joy at 5+ years of all-boys school and the mighty wonders of shrivelling size and practically losing all my libido.... oh yeah, finally masturbating something she had never dared touch... and finding out 1 minute and 20 hours recovery is an extremely sad pathetic substitute for the powers I could once feel working within her. Even now, through mindblowing orgasm after the next, over hours and days, and almost achieving the hyper state myself (just beating away down there, I still haven't tried the nerve orchestra method on my own body),...
Regardless, I still very dearly miss those times, those brief times in my life that were inspiring...