I could'nt help it. I wasn't myself anymore. Once back inside, I shut the door behind me, leaned back against it, and slid out Justin's phone from the... handkerchief. Rubbed my fingers over it carefully. It was warm. Suddenly precious to me. I could feel its power, the electric surge within. I pressed some buttons and flipped thru it, searching for anything - pictures? music? I dont know. And then I saw it - his internet browser's search history. My heart raced. It displayed pages upon pages of. She told me she would watch when my wife and I would whisper and caress one another. At first she thought it was cute as we whispered and giggle as happily married people would do. She envied my wife, not for the longing looks or the gentleness of my touch. What she envied was the large bulge in my pants when my wife aroused me. She watched from a tender age of sixteen until the age she is now and she figured I was nine inches long and thick. She told me she dreamed about and masturbate for. The life of a model may seem glamorous from the outside, but it isn't always so attractive when you are in it." What do you mean Anna?" Well, let's start with the travel. Yeah, I go to exotic locations and see beautiful places... but I practically live on airplanes and busses! And that means I have no social life because I'm never home long enough to meet people and have a relationship. Can I tell you a secret, Chris? I haven't had sex in two years—unless you count masturbating!"Then there are. He shot his load on my legs and feet. I was so weak from no dick to dick all night. Mmmm. We ate the pizza naked. I kept staring at his dick. He told me his dick needs my pussy. I could see it jump. My pussy jumped too. He told me to suck his dick. I was going to do it but later that night. He was watching college football and eating a slice while getting his dick sucked. I'm pretty good at it. Every time I've done it the guy would shoot in my mouth or just enough time to pull back.