Not only did he now know that I didn’t, he knew that I was totally clueless.“Well, do you wanna stop by my house and find out how?,” he asked.�...�Um, where do you live?”“I live off Avenue C, right by Bloomberg. You wanna come by?”Like I said before, I had a really hard time making friends. Here was this kid, who not only wasn’t harassing me, but was extending a hand of friendship out to me. On top of that, he only lived about a block away from me, so I wouldn’t get in trouble with my family for. I felt a strong need to masturbate and the constant throbbing was torture, but knew I couldn't until I was home. For those who still live at home with their parents I'm sure you understand how lucky you are to get time by yourself un-interrupted.. and honestly it is a rare occurance. My quiet time usually begins after my mother is asleep and I get the lounge room all to myself. Though I have really been avoiding doing anything in there since I was caught last... I don't know why, but I guess. At one point I wanted her to notice. I rubbed up and down into her crack. I rubbed sideways, tracing the curve of a buttock, falling into her crack, and coming out to trace the curve of the other buttock. I "hit" her hips with my cock. I owned the bitche's ass. I was all over her. At one point, she shifted away. I moved right into her again. The game was on. She knew. She tried turning around but couldn't quite make it around. I was now so fucking excited. She then pushed out toward me, as if. They danced frenetically and then, when exhausted by the effects of rum and dance, they made love with a wild abandon, knowing that their hangovers would pass during the next day of rest, but the fruits of their couplings might just mean new children, born to the Master, in slavery.Jan's eyes twinkled in the reflected light of the huge fire that blazed in the pit. He had perhaps, a little more of the potent rum than he should have. Not quite drunk, but near enough for his coordination to be.