His could hardly remember his parents. They had died in an aircraft accident returning from Cape Town when he was five. Grandmother Susan and Granddad... David had raised him. His grandfather had taught him to ride and shoot. The happiest times of his life had been out hunting with his grandfather and N’debi, the giant Matabele who was a dear friend of his grandfather’s.He had spent days down on the game Reserve with Uncle Sultar and Aunt Yasmin. He would listen to the stories of the battles that. He turned his attention back to the task at hand, his bladder had finally completely emptied itself and after shaking the last few drops of urine off his cock he flushed the toilet.Enjoying the unencumbered and relaxed feeling of being free from the pressure in his bladder, Roger turned towards the sink to wash his hands, as he did so he noticed that he hadn't even cared to close the bathroom door and Miranda and Julie were sitting on the edge of the bed watching him. He froze looking back at. Just for you guys". She knew she was sounding like a slut, but she was also getting so horny she didn't care. Carl's huge cock was inches away and seemed to be pulling her closer and closer to it. Seeing a boy’s cock was exciting, but having a full grown man’s cock inches away, was more than arousing to the horny girl. "You deserve a gold star on your head Julie, or maybe something else in a few minutes" he said looking at his huge cock and moving right next to her. As she gathered one nipple. I know why I continue to try to do this. And I know why I can't. And that just makes it worse.I try everything. Free-word association. Listening to music, and trying to build off the lyrics. Even watch a sexy film and try to turn that into words for a proper erotic story. And just outside the corner of my vision, I know she's there, shaking her head sorrowfully, knowing that unless I break through my personal wall, there is no chance that I can pull it off.Finally... I spin in my chair, and.