The bed was against the wall I entered, to the left. The whole room was dark. The brightest colors in the room were merely a small part of larger, dar...ker things. The walls were a dark blue. The bed and it's blankets were black. In the far corner, beyond the bed, was a computer desk. The screen saver was a slide-show of pictures. Me with Katelyn. My eyes teared up, I looked away and saw a note in the center of the bed. "Bitch, Throw away the notes in the bin on the other side of the bed. You'll. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Alin stared at her phone screen. Unable to process what had just happened. All her excitement was gone. John wanted to meet her. After their last phone call, Alin did not expect to ever hear from him again. It was so unexpected she had no idea how to respond. Ultimately, she forced herself to agree. She knew she owed John. He was a public figure and the scandal she had caused always made her feel guilty. She knew that seeing him was the least she could do. However her guilt. I stood and began to slowly stroke my cock, then stop and watch it pulse and throb, then stroke some more. My head was spinning and my cock was the hardest it had ever been. When I let go of it, it curved up and just pulsed and throbbed while clear goo dripped off the end of it. I played like was fucking the cool air in my room, moving my hips and making nasty movements of my hard cock.My windows were open since it was a warm summer day and the breeze felt good on my naked horny body. I kept up. They have been married for the last three years. My father and mother's marriage did not work out. They were always fighting and both of them just fell out of love with each other. My father is always at work and traveling. I see him mostly on the weekends when he's in town. Claude and my mother met at the gym. It was love at first sight. They dated for about six months and then he proposed to her. I was my mother's maid of honor, which was kind of funny. I really like my stepfather. He's more.