‘Okay, here I go…’ I felt her hand wrap around my hard cock. Her touch was amazing, a wave of pleasure crept along my cock and all the way up my...spinal column giving me a shudder. ‘Oh no, what was that?’ she asked concerned she did something wrong. ‘Never mind now! It feels great, now start rubbing up and down. Start off slowly, and then increase speed. And if you really want to make it feel great, stay near the tip!’ She started rubbing, sending more waves of pleasure up my body. The harder. Ich tat aber so als verstehe ich seine Andeutung nicht und fragte nach was meinst du? Er sprach meine Frau an "Sonja hoffe das ist dir nicht unangenehm aber man kann unter dein Handtuch sehen". Sonja beugte den Kopf runter sah sich selbst unters Tuch und meinte nur ja und? Ingo: ich wollte es nur mal sagen !Meine Frau antwortete belanglos wenn’s dich stört musst du nicht hinsehen. Und pinselte weiter an den Zehen rum. Ingo grinste in meine Richtung und gab zurück also mich nicht ich weiß ja. I did most of the cooking since mom, it seemed, was never home. He stared back at me and it just was a different stare than he had done. There was something in the air more than the smells of his puberty ridden body. He approached and asked if I wanted to wrestle. He did this a lot and I, of course, always lost. I said no because his uniform was all gross and dirty. He, without a word spoken, took his pants down and took off the now brownish white socks. He stood in front of me clad only in his. After I was awake enough not to trip over my own feet, I went on my normal morning routine. I shocked myself alert with a cold shower since I couldn’t afford heating. Drest in normal, casual clothes because I couldn’t afford anything better. Made breakfast for me alone, with some extra strong coffee to fight the horrible hangover I was having. Went to pick up the mail to read it latter, probably filled with bills I could barely afford.Last night I drank myself half way to the grave, trying to.