Like most k**s growing up in the 80's, my dad had a bit of an extensive porn collection. I can remember being a little k** and seeing magazines lying ...n my parents bedroom partially, but not very well, hidden. I was probably 10 or 11 when I "discovered" masturbation. My parents weren't home and I was watching one of dad's "collection" tapes. These were VHS' of movies, only they weren't whole movies, they were a highlights type of thing that appeared to have been recorded off of one of the many. No other guy was ever able to turn me on that much, that fast. My orgasm hasn’t been enough, I needed more. I needed him. ‘What do you have in mind?’ I asked, stroking his chest, feeling the muscles move under my fingers. ‘I’m gonna make you scream.’ he promises and I didn’t doubt it at all. ‘How?’ I teased and moved my fingernails over his hard nipples, loving his gasp. His grip tightened and he tried to push me to my back. ‘Uh-uh, my turn.’ I told him and pushed him to his back, straddling. " Mr. Connor said that, but his words sounded frightened, rather than angry. He was starting to look as worried as Richard looked.Dad spoke then. "You've got less than a minute to apologize to Kenny, Walt. After that, you can take your chances in court. I think you should know that your company is finished as a supplier to our company. I've told you before that you couldn't go around attacking me, or my family, and still expect to stay in business. You didn't listen. The only reason I'm not. Her face was a little flushed he noticed, perhaps as if she had been exercising already, but he’d seen her enter the Gym just 5 minutes previously, she wasn’t sweating, but Iain couldn’t help noticing her lycra leggings were slightly damp between her legs. Iain resumed his rowing, he pondered on what had got her so aroused: his mind wandered as he surveyed her lovely arse : he could just imagine gingerly sliding down those tight leggings, exposing her bottom cheeks, then down to her little.