I used a sponge with a scrubber side to get really clean and in every spot on my body. That smell always bothered me, but this time it was worse. I di...dn’t know why, but I had wanted to retch for the last eight hours.I ate a frozen spaghetti dinner with equally frozen garlic bread. I had a glass of iced tea made from a dry mix tea. It was the store brand from Walmart. I had almost finished the meal when the phone rang.“Hello,” I said. Yes my phone identified it as Jules, but I was careful not to. Late morning the next day I looked in. The bed was made and the stockings were not there. I looked around and saw that they had been placed on her dresser. All day I would take a good look at any trash can in the house to see if I could spy the stockings.The stockings remained on her dresser until the afternoon before trash day. We always put the trash out the night before because they come so early in the morning. My father was the one who put the trash out when we were very young. He had. I don't see why you shouldn't. Jerk your little dick for us." I pushed my pants and boxer briefs down past my knees and started to stroke myself energetically. After what seemed like forever, it felt great to release my dick from my sticky pants and wrap my fingers around my shaft. I was face-to-crotch with the dick I'd sucked many times and pussy that I'd just enjoyed licking for the first time in my life. Their sexual smell was intoxicating to me. As I watched, a dollop of Tom's cum dripped. There was nothing to do, within a few days I read all of his books, I started working out. When I had slept enough and was sore from wroking out, I would just play with my cock, or ass, not even for pleasure all the time, just to have something to play with. Billy would just be re reading a book of his, and I would go play with his member, not really a handjob, just fool around with it, play with his big balls, slap myself with it, maybe slap it around, not hard, just playfully. He did not.