”“Nobody will talk. Who cares what happens to me?”“George was sent to the office to tell them. He saw it.”“Aw, damnit! Now I’ll get into... trouble.”“It’ll be okay. Don’t sweat it.”“This day isn’t going so good. At least we get a break to each lunch. I need a break.”After splitting up to get lunch -- I bought lunch and had to stand in line, Jay brought his in a paper bag -- I went to sit with Harriet and John.“Where’s Jay?”“I don’t know.” I said. I got up and went to look for him. I found him. The head of my cock popped up over my waistband. I blushed and bent to the task at hand. To cover my embarrassment I spoke."So are you going to answer my questions?" Okay studly. First off, you can call me Sanity Clause for want of something better. I'm sorry I'm being bitchy but I'll explain it all over a nice cup of cappuccino. Finally... think about it. It is the wee small hours of Christmas morning. There is a crash on your roof and someone slides down your chimney dressed in red and black.. We dated for four years, all through college. Then on our graduation day, right after she got her diploma, I dropped down on one knee and asked her to marry me." Yeah, Yeah Bill, and you were married two years later. I'd always wondered how my little brother snagged someone as nice as Jackie." Actually Sis, I was always on the lookout for someone who reminded me of my big sisters. You and Mary were, and still are, my 'Standard' when it comes to beautiful women, who're also smart as a whip!". Around an hour or more into my stroking session, and apparently distracted by the ongoing activity, I either missed the maid's knock on the door or she didn't knock at all. The next thing I knew the maid had walked in carrying a stack of towels. Since I was on the sofa there was absolutely nothing I could do to cover up the fact of what I was doing. I was sitting there holding my diminishing erection, watching porn, and the maid had walked fully into the room with her towels. I'm sure I.