I looked around the room and it was a mess. There were empty beer cans, a mostly empty bottle of Captain Morgan. I realized I was alone in my room. Wh...re was Jason? I threw on some shorts and stumbled to the bathroom. What the hell had we done last night? I splashed some water on my face and it all came back to me at once. OMG, Did I really have sex with my roommate? I ran back to my room. I was freaking out. What had I done? I sat on my bed with my head in my hands freaking out. All of. She just stared out the window watching trees andhouses pass in and out of view. She was stunned- not by the spanking she'djust received but by the fact that she wasn't the least bit angry or upsetabout it. She felt oddly at peace. It was strange because, even if she wasin the right, she never felt pleased or vindicated after a dispute, only frustratedand empty. This felt entirely different. It was like tasting some exotic flavorfor the first time. And she wanted more. By the time they arrived. . he was the one who started it all. We took turns with Mae many times, but I don’t she ever let Leo get into her panties. I got there… but that's not what this story is about.As we grew up, Leo and I often compared the size of our growing cocks, and would have a race to see who could cum first when we'd beat our meat. We’d try out jacking our rods with rolls of toilet paper; with the cardboard centers pulled out. Plastic bags with lotion in them, then wrapped by a washcloth worked great.. “You startled me.” I turned to face her. She was wearing a small tee shirt that squeezed her tits to almost criminal tightness and wore only black panties. “Is something wrong?” She moved into the kitchen and went to the cupboard and got a bowl. I didn’t answer her right away, but watched her from behind as she grabbed a bowl and sat down beside me.“No nothing is wrong.”She poured some cereal and then looked at me. “So did you enjoy watching me last night?”“Yes I did.” I was so glad I was under.