"Yes sweetie, there are other ways to jack off". Damn it, I did it again. "Maybe I should slow down on the wine if it's causing me to talk like that... to Tyler" I thought to myself. Then I disregarded that notion and turned my glass up. "First off, that "feeling" is called an orgasm. And when you're talking about the thick white liquid that shoots out, that's called semen. Sperm is what's inside of the semen. Give me just a minute, let me go get something". I went and poured another. Mark flirted with her openly and even though she saw it in his eyes what she saw in all her dates;the urgency to get her to bed and feast on her body this was different majorly because she reciprocated it and not being subtle about it like she thought she normally would have if such a scenario ever presented itself. She could feel the room get all stuffy and couldn’t help feel the rising pang of desire rising from her carnal depths and misting her pink panties.Even she couldn’t believe she got. Every night she wears nighty and no bra. She kept oil on her dry lips. It was rosy and very seducing. I was very close to her. Her boobs wear clearly seen as she bent down. The tits were round, heavy and fit. The bones near her neck were very sexy. I felt like tasting her tongue and sucking her saliva to the fullest. Once, I was back of her, standing an inch gap. She took a stick and mixed the masala in the vessel. I caught her hand and helped her in doing that. She was uncomfortable. Slowly I. Just as he was about to exit the apartment, however, the doorway was blocked once more as a further gang of five tough, big black guys, all of whom, presumably, had been invited over for the pleasure of banging my sister."Going somewhere?" one of them leered angrily at my dad who, wisely, backed off into the room.With three of these guys standing across the doors frowning aggressively there was little possibility of us, my rather slight, thin father, me his 19 year old son, and two women, would.