Yep. I was smitten. It had been four grueling months of non-stop Robert/Jesse hanging out at every free moment we had. I say grueling, because, althou...gh he had made it to first and second bases during some unusually torrid make-out sessions, we had not gone “all the way.” That had been my choice, not his. And I felt like if I had to hear one more story of “blue balls,” cold showers, and three or four masturbation sessions a day, I’d explode. We had passed the point of telling each other we. How could you do such a thing?" Then she caught sight of her younger son again and she ran across the room and slugged him hard in the stomach, her fist doubled. "Put something on, you big ape!" she shouted. "Don't you have any better sense than to stand around with your cock hanging out?"Rich cowered away from his mother, slipping on the can of whipped cream as he tried to step over Valerie's legs. He grabbed the first article of clothing he could find and put it on. It happened to be Jeanne's. We kiss them, push our hot bodies into theirs, get their cock so hard we can feel it rubbing through their pants against our bellies. We keep this up until they're about to just about erupt in their pants, before we pull away giggling that we've got boyfriends and so no, we can't go home with them or meet up tomorrow. Couple of times me and Tiff have amused ourselves by going so far with this wriggling up close routine, either on the dance floor or at a table sitting on their laps, that they DO. It was always near. She had been feeling neglected lately and she wanted just a little of his time. Even just to talk about the weather. But something always came up at the office and it kept him away for most of the day and well into the night. She hated that she would go to sleep alone in the bed that was meant for them both to be in. ‘But… this just isn’t fair, Jace. I never see you anymore. I feel as though I have to call and make an appointment to see you now,’ Reagan stated firmly. She.