“If you could keep that to yourself, Alan, for the time being, please.”Alan nodded as Bradley turned away.He wanted to know more; not just about h...s job. He wanted to hear from Bradley’s own lips what they had done and how much he had enjoyed it. In one of his favourite fantasies, he imagined Dawn’s lover bringing her home next morning and describing his night with her. Her lover would tell him about their fucking and how much he had enjoyed her body. He would tell him about her screaming each. It was maybe a couple of years later when I became obsessed with another girl at work – another Top Ten Pants-Spunk – that I threw caution to the window and stood outside Her office ogling Her through the window until She made me spunk my pants. But that wasn’t an option with Miss Rosie as She was in a big office with lots of other people and didn’t sit near a window or anything. I thought it was going to be another unrequited worship episode when, quite by chance, a perfect opportunity came up. I’ve been married for twenty years and like with most old married couples, sex with my wife Gladys had fizzled to once a month. That wasn’t nearly enough for me so I masturbate quite often. Everyday, coming home from work on I-20, I drive by an adult bookstore in Kennedale. I was always curious what it was like in there. It seems to be a busy place. There were always at least ten cars parked there. Long story short, one day when I was particularly horny I stopped in. This particular store was. She looked at them as they crawled across the floor, ignoring Yvonne and Carole. "Donald," she whispered. "Oh, no, please..." Shut up, bitch," said Clayton. "Poppa's comin' home." Yvonne!" Suzanne's voice wailed, and Yvonne looked over at her with a sneer on her face."Have at it, baby," she snapped. "Obviously you love it, you cheap little tramp. Fuck her, Clayton, give her everything you've got. She'll love that big black dick of yours up her ass."Suzanne watched, fascinated, as Clayton.