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We rarely had sex anymore, and when we did it was nasty. One of Otto's sexy points was that he was very well endowed. When we first started making love it was beautiful. I couldn't get enough of him. He made me feel like it was the first time we were together every time. Then two months into our relationship, things changed. He could never maintain an erection and wanted me to orally work on him the entire time. I still didn't get any results. He'd damn near drown himself with gin and that didn`t help either. I know for a fact that the gin rumor is definitely not true. What were these other women getting is what I wanted to know? Maybe when my turn came around he was too tired. We never used condoms, and although I was afraid of getting a disease, I never said anything to him about it. There were times when we were a good five minutes into physical activity when he did manage to obtain an erection and he`d go limp. He'd shrivel up to the size of a miniature raisin that had been soaked in rum overnight. One time he was drunk when it happened and he garbled, "You not suckin` it right! You only get an honorable mention! Go for the gold!" Then he farted. I thought I didn't turn him on anymore."
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