" "You mean, you don't… y'know, taste yourself after you finish? When alone?" "I don't touch myself any more. I daren't." "What? How long since…" ...I left the sentence hanging. She shrugged. "Way before I met you, maybe a year or so." I whistled. Could hardly comprehend the level of discipline it would take to abstain. Especially given how horny she was otherwise. Ably demonstrated by her rearing up, rolling me onto my back, sliding her soaked pussy back and forth along the length of my cock. But, that was not to be either. Before, Ernest knew it, he was being dragged on top of the inviting female form, and she was reaching for his erection and guiding it into her now very inviting opening. The realization that he was actually fucking his twin brother’s wife sent simultaneous shocks of revulsion and elation through his entire body. But he was unable to stop now, even if he had wanted to. But he no longer wanted to. His male urge now captured complete control of him, and he. Mr Smith, my history teacher was standing in front of me. I was so nervous I started shaking. He said, I didn't know you liked this kind of thing. Finally able to speak I said, I was just looking. Putting his hand on my shoulder Mr Smith said, don't worry I won't tell anyone. He asked, have you seen any videos like this, pointing at the magazines. No sir, I squeaked out. Moving his hand behind my neck, he said why don't you come back to my house. I have some things you might like. Luckily he. Martin patiently performed and as Jane calmed down, he laid next to her,“You are delicious.”“I am? Really! Thank you. I guess,” Jane laughed.Mel saw his erection peeping out of his robe. It was ready, hard, and pounding. He looked at Mel as she stared back at his loins.“Do you mind leaving the room?”Mel was about to leave. “No, I like her to stay.”Martin knew it was a lost battle. He sat up and dropped his robe. Jane and Mel shrieked together. He was larger than any man they have been with..