I complained to my mom, and she sent me earplugs. I maybe do it once or twice a week, and that is when I find myself aroused to the point that I need ...relief. When you were talking to me at the halfway point, I had what I think is my very first orgasm. Before I could pee, I barely touched myself, and it happened again. I’m not going to bleed if you do it to me. I did the math when we were coming over her. The best I can tell I’m safe right now, but I have been a bit distracted. When I get back. Stroke that wonderful piece of meat.”Anders looks back down the hallway. Fuck it. I get caught, I get caught. He rises up on his knees beside the woman that he is willing to end his marriage over, the woman he already dreamt of once tonight. He picks up stroking where he left off, working his length frantically. His cum boils in his balls and he barely holds back the cry that threatens to erupt like his cock does. The first thick jet flies out and splatters on the floor on the other side of. I thought I was average too in the penis department, 6" fully hard, hell what did I know, I didn't check out my buddies junk in the shower after gym. My parents were working class stiffs, and my sister, Sara, was a little chunky, 2 years younger, long brown hair & brown eyes, average looking, probably a "C" cup and a pert ass. We lived in a great house 3 bedrooms upstairs, a large living room & dining room, and a full, finished basement, that my parents used to entertain as well as us k**s for. He pulled down his jeans and placed his hand in her juice pool, he soaked his hand and then placed it on his cock, the feeling was like pouring water on hot metal, he gave out a sigh and started to stroke, he had been hard too long and did not last, after four or five strokes he gave out a loud moan of his own and shot his load, the first shot flew through the air the remainder dripped out of his head onto the floor, he smiled again and looked down to see his own mess, his smile turned to shock.