The minute Emma was out the door after I had returned home, I made myself comfortable and played back my handy work on the wide screen TV. Emma, thin...king she was alone (and I suppose technically she was) sprawled herself out on the sofa and put on a spectacular show for me, which was now the reason for my desire to give myself a nice slow hand job. However, Emma had told me before she left that a school friend had popped round for a discussion about their homework, and just as I began stroking. Randall,’ began the over-stuffed munch kin who seemed to be in charge, ‘you’ve been a very bad boy. It has come to our attention that you’ve meddled with some, shall we say, rather negative forces, and used them in a highly treasonable manner.’ I was starting to feel dissociated, and I began to suspect that maybe this was a dream. I heard the munchkin’s words, but her toadish face seemed so serene — I just couldn’t stop watching the calm movements of those bloated lips as the fantastic words. . if they needed 'filler'.They gleefully agreed, and I soon had the proposed track list. It included four new songs from Darryl that were quite up to his usual high standards. There were three songs from Erin, all older poems from her notebooks that I had liked very much and had bookmarked for her to use, but there was nothing 'new'. They were all absolutely beautiful and I already had ideas about how I wanted to perform them. Faith had also contributed a lovely little bittersweet song that. You've been gone about five minutes and i'm starting to think I should put my cock away when I hear movement to my left, I look up and there you are, still naked staring at me. You've come out side and caught me masturbating at your window but instead of saying anything you have kept silent and have been watching me as I stroke my cock back and forth, our eyes meet and you just smile at me and say “ I’m pretty sure you just seen me cum, now its my turn to watch you”I kick my shorts out from.