Ah, the joy of a handjob well done. CeCe, as you've read, considers the endless reservoir of semen that her parade of lovers deposits on her hands and face to be akin to the fountain of youth Ponce de Leon searched so desperately for. She knew why Ponce had failed, of course: he never bothered looking down the trousers of the men on his boat. Quite understandable. CeCe didn't have any of the reservations that the fabled explorer had; she jammed her hand down the nearest pair of pants available and pulled until she got what she needed. It's a win/win situation for all those involved. CeCe gets to stay vibrant and young and men everywhere will benefit from the endless experience she's accrued. A dick in hand is worth two in the bush, if it's CeCe's hand we're talking about!