He used to share it with me after he had gone through them. Watching those naked models and reading some of the stories, I used to masturbate in the p...rivacy of my bedroom at night.I rarely spoke to girls when I was in college. So, obviously, I didn’t have any girlfriend.And also during that time, it was all new to me. So masturbation was the only option for the sexual release. The masturbation session used to be mostly filled with fantasies of my class girls, teachers or actress or the porn. I took my practice in ones and twos, one at a time. I survived, because that is what I do, and zombies are dumb. It was almost accidental, a consequence of their instinctive groping for sustenance that led me to start taking off the grabbers first, and then go for the lop. It was hard not to become proficient with that Bad-Ass sword!I loved my kewl sword, it was genius. A real killing machine, even in my inexpert hands. Sharper than a ginzu knife, and twice as mean, I found the trick was to. ***Since that night I've talked John into jacking-off in front of me whenever he's horny. Instead of doing it alone in his room, he lets me come in and watch. Or he does it on the couch and I sit on the floor in front of him and watch is perfect balls wobbling up and down in time with his jacking motions. Nowadays I always jack off with him, I can't help myself. I always imagine that he's fucking me in the ass, or in my mouth and I always have an exquisite cum when he shoots off. It's just so. I just want to feel and so I close my eyes.Your hands move softly over my skin. Brushing my hair to the side so youcan place little kisses on my neck and shoulders. Your hands move up anddown my arms and you can feel how I start to relax. I can feel your bodyagainst me your erection pressed against my back.Slowly you open my dress and while I turn around to face you I let itfall to the floor.I look into your eyes and you claim my lips with a hard kiss. Yourtongue brushes against my lower lip.