My penis was hard so at first I thought I needed to masturbate. However when I rolled over to get my cum rag I quickly realized the real problem was ...hat my blater was full. After relieving myself I fell right back to sleep as soon as I got back into bed.The next time I woke there as daylight coming through my bedroom window. I moved to sit on the edage of my bed as I wondered about my dreams of late. In the past I did have realistic dreams but they never had bin as vivid as my dreams about. Laura felt like she should cry, and she did blush, but mostly they just made her wet. That was the kind of slut she was, now.The next series of photos were masturbations. He filmed each of the girls fingering their pussies around the house, in the back and front yards. Then he moved on to objects. Each of the girls were required to cum from every object in the house. He filmed them bouncing on the fixed dildos, then rubbing up against doorknobs, bench corners, bedposts. Each movable item. It was a pain they shared, but he knew that Simone took the brunt of it. His pain was only compounded by not being able to ease hers. He had loved her from the moment he walked into that diner in Charleston. Her loud mouth and thick Caribbean accent that he learned later was more an act than anything. Her laughter. Her soft womanly body that filled out her jeans…and then some. He had been hooked. Caught and filleted just like the cat fish that was her Mama’s signature dish. And he would not. As I looked into her wet folds, I thought that this was a sight that might rival the view of her naked breasts. She was lush, and a deep rose in colour, glistening with moisture, and I swear I could detect her pulse in the way her labia moved.I moved my hands to her folds, and gently peeled her open a little more. Her clitoris appeared from beneath its hood, and I blew a stream of air at it. Another loud moan and a snapping motion of her hips told me that she had felt it, and proved the.