....How did you get in?........Fuck!!" I screamed. It wasn't real, I was imagining this...I hadn't just been caught pulling my cock by my son's girlfr...iend. She wouldn't say a word. We could have a cup of tea and talk. I'd explain, I needed sex, everyone masturbated, and I missed my wife... Anna would soon turn and run from the room in horror. She'd tell my son what she'd seen... ...Oh God, the humiliation... What could I do? I probably ran through every possibility of what could happen with. “I want to fuck you.” I said. I shook my head. “I want to have you.”“I’m yours.” She promised. The tiny girl was unlikely a hundred and twenty pounds, and yet five foot seven. I ran my hands over her breasts. We had lost our clothes and hadn’t thought twice about it. Fuck Island was a magical place.I had fucked one girl in public. It was the only thing I had been willing to do that excited her. That relationship was doomed way more ways than our disconnection in the bedroom. I must’ve liked it.. I became an expert at giving a blowjob that would satisfy just about any boy, which was why I never had to fight anybody off.This is not to say I never had anything in my pussy besides fingers and tongues. My best friend Melody got her hands on a dildo and we both decided that toys were as good as boys, and a lot safer too."Seven," I finally said."And none of them actually got you to go all the way?" I had ... um ... other means of fulfilling that particular desire," I said carefully."Did it. Show me everything.”It would have been demeaning if it hadn’t made her so wet. Her body felt stretched out, on display for him. She was on her tiptoes, flushed with sweat, her hands slippery against the window. She’d forgotten about everyone in the world outside. It felt like her and Henry were in some kind of alternative world, where nothing mattered but sex and control.She’d never felt more naked, more vulnerable. He would be able to see her wet pussy, her asshole, the curve of her back, her.