I've been a bit paranoid while she was in the house because a few weeks prior, she caught me masturbating to my favoured kind of interracial porn. It ...was hard to masturbate after that because I didn't know when she would walk into my room, although she had learned to knock since. It wasn't a case of just covering myself up at the time. The covers were on the floor and the remote for the TV that it was streamed on was under the bed. She walked in on me fully naked and going for it, a moment too. Besides, it was better this way. You cant ignore me forever, says a too familiar voice from behind me. He had stayed behind. But just for a bit. Im trying my best to, I THINK. I dont say it. I CANT say it. Its like something was impeding me to. I purse my lips together and start to wash the knife I made the PJ$B with. Talk to me, says Mr. Brooke. But I cant. Not because he had called me a slut but because I just couldnt. What could I say? That I was jealous that he was going on a date with his. “OK, well if we shower together, I promise not to do anything to you” I say grinning stupidly.Paul reaches for the shower and sets it running. We shower together, washing each other. We both have sensitive cocks, so a simple wash is all that happens in that region. I wash his back and press myself against his arse, I smile wondering if I’ll get to stand against him like this again. We stop the shower, now having removed the cum, piss and sweat we’ve expelled from our bodies. We dry off. After about a minute of groping, I got a slight buzz inmy butt! ?Get back out there ? you've got a lot of pull left to get!? Jim criticized. ?Andmake them good!? I turned, and faced a quite enthusiastic group ofpeople. I should clarify ? about a dozen guys, and two women. Onelooked eager to give it a twist, the other was truly scared that the guy nextto her was going to have her wear the stretchers next! I approached one grinning guy, who was grinning likethe cat that ate the canary..