I was so fucking horny, so turned on, and I wanted Brandy so goddamn bad. But I wanted to make sure she knew it wasn't just sex."No. It's you. I mean,...sure, a guy is gonna get hard if he's going to have sex. But physically, Jesus, you do something to me that I haven't felt in years. I've had sex with others. Even while married. I won't lie. I'm not sure if you know that. But seriously, you just do it differently. You get me going in a way I've never gotten worked up before. It's pretty damn. But I was wrong.Even regardless of taking the necessary steps to make sure I never got caught masturbating, surfing the net, using chat rooms or porn sites, my step-daughter, Karly, caught me masturbating one night. In the act. The end of the conversation resulted in her watching me masturbate. I'd figured it was a one-time encounter. And again, I was wrong. Very wrong.A couple of days after the incident happened, I was in the living room watching TV. My wife had taken my son to his. I knew that it was wrong that I felt this way, but I just attributed it to the lack of physical intimacy in mine and Janets relationship. After I was done with the spanking I sat there and caressed her red, hot cheeks for a moment and then I let her go and she ran off sniffing back the snot and tears running down her face. For the next couple of years nothing really happened. Janet was getting more prude than ever however. We would have sex maybe once a month and then it was only for 15 minutes. The crescendo, a moment of incredibly rapid and hard strokes, sent them over, jets of cum entered orifices throbbing and buzzing squeezing and releasing, and, for the women's pussies, pouring forth their own cum. All five bodies held tight to their various partners and then let go.As the mass of flesh separated, dripping penises slipping small and soft out of dripping orifices, tongues retracted into mouths, each body lifting off the pile when the body above them was gone, leaving Joseph lying.