. I was in my room, where---The door opened. I jumped up, but my pants were down. I struggled to pull them up as Jill's voice said, in an oh-so-famili...ar way, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" and slammed the door shut.God. Damn. It. How could I let this happen again? I knew she was staying in my room for the weekend, and that she'd have to bring her stuff up there, yet I still went up there and decided to jerk off. Now what? Getting caught once was one thing. I was 12, and she was nice enough to. I was homealone, Cindy was out shopping, and I had just readanother story about this guy doing himself, and afterreading his experience, I when right into the bed roomstripped off my pants and got on the waterbed. That wasthe difference. A water bed allows one to sink into it.That was just enough to let me do it. I can’t explain the feeling of doing oneself.Cindy, even when she was giving me head, didn’t reallydo it like I would really want, (well except once, avery. She was kind of pretty, though very slender, with notmuch of a set of tits to speak of. Tall, with an angularface, she dressed to kill, showing all her minimalfeminine qualities. Her skirt was very short, and as shebent over to plug in all the wires connecting thecomputer to the wall, I was amazed to see her ass cheekscovered by panty hose. My cock suddenly responded to thesite, and I was getting a major hard on, right there.She straightened, and looked right at my crotch. Shesmiled, and went. That Wicked Witch well she would always tempt me, trying to take me away fom my path. She is the distraction, and she would be very tempting to give into, as she would prey on my weaknesses. She would give me her submission with evil in her eyes. I can not trust her, so I must fight her evil attempts of submission to find what I seek. Instead of a scarecrow I find a good ole country slut, one who loves to be saddled and ridden hard. OH my what a temptation she would be. Her body made for.