I thought it was completely unacceptable to masturbate thinking of my best friend so I tried to take my mind away from it and started watching some te...lly. The next day as soon as I came home I saw the ‘privado’ box that was still unopened in the floor and became curious again so I opened it and this one also had photos but this ones were Charlie completely naked, once again I was getting turned on and I decided there was nothing wrong with imagining my best friend, after all there were people. We freshened up and started with the beers. We were chit chatting about college, girls, life etc.Gradually, time passed and at around 8:00 pm, his mom came back from work. We hid the beers and went down to the living room to talk to her. After chatting with his mother for an hour, she decided to rest since she was already damn tired. So we decided to head out to some restaurant for dinner and his dad also tagged along with us.Let me describe his mom. Let’s call her ‘SG’.His mom is one of the. I slowly move my head slowly slowly. He is doing something. he is moving his head. I can't see her face, just her hand. Oh! ... He is is kissing her and her hand is in his hair. That piece of shit ... oh god but this is erotic. I glance at Amanda, her head is slumped forward on her chest. Why doesn't she wake up. they are right in front of her ... I move back. The colors are still there. The train is rocking...oh shit. am i asleep. what a dream. so erotic. or was it. I move my hand to my. .shit! Give somebody a fucking coronary...or...or... In her mind's eyes, she replayed the image of the soldier pointing that big, long gun at her...over and over. The look on his face reminded her of Tom...or maybe it was just the uniform...or...or maybe it was the big gun. Somehow it reminded her of Tom wielding his big cock, pointing it at her as if he was going to her do her in with it...as it if was some kind of fucking weapon. Now, as she recalled the hummer passing her...the soldier's.