I’m not touching myself of course, there’s no need to do that, just looking is enough. Suddenly I go “ohhhhhhhhh” long and loud as I leak a st...eam of pre-cum into my underpants, which instantly soaks through to my wank-trousers, the glistening cum welling up through the absorbent material and soaking back in. “You’re going to make me spunk my pants Miss”, I croak, and She replies “carry on!”Then my head jerks forward and I yelp as knobby pumps the first big gob of spunk through the front of my. She always was just out of time or too tired and over the next few weeks her exercise clothes gathered dust. Meanwhile, being the computer nerd she was, Kristin was on her computer most of every day and picking up some of her bad habits she had fought so hard to lose.As July came to a close she had gained 12 pounds and put on another 15 during August. Her flat stomach was now a round bulge spilling over her pants and keeping her occupied with constant battles trying to zip and button her. A woman kneeled next to him eyes wide with concern. He couldn’t make out anything about her through the haze of pain and tears covering his sight. He began to unfold only to curl up once more, an immediate reaction to the pain lancing throughout his body. An arm wrapped around his shoulders and she pulled him to her for comfort. She was murmuring something but he couldn’t understand her. He added a ceaseless ringing in his ears to the list of injuries. Slowly she helped him to his feet.. They drove off and Blair and I walked back into the house. Party time! We both shouted, and with that, I ordered us a pizza, and brought the vodka down from my room. Ewww Joe the vodka stinks… Im not drinking that. Blair said while making a face. Relax. I poured some orange juice into a glass, mixed in some vodka, and Blair took a sip. MMM. thats good Joe. The pizza arrived, and after dinner, we began to drink more heavily. We had races to see who could finish their glass first, and effects.