They listened to the quiet. Almost as if someone was turning a radio up very slowly, they heard Melanie’s voice, softly at first, and then louder, u...til they could actually hear her voice, and the words she was saying.“Oh fuck Bobby that feels so good!” came her alto tones through the door. “Oh please don’t stop!”Then, suddenly, it was quiet again.Bobby was having fun, really. He wasn’t turned on ... not like when he had sex with his sisters, or a woman he cared about a lot. But watching. Large, soft stuffed animals are great and soare certain types of clothing. Well, I must have overfifty hooded sweat jackets, which I will call hoodsfrom now on, and the sweatpants that go with them,tons of stuffed bears and many thick plush wintercoats.I started by getting out a couple raincoats and putthem on my bed, which happens to be a full size bed.Next, I laid down a few hoods, spreading them outflat, and a thick down coat with fur in its hood. Itook off all of my clothes, but I put the. Nelson rubbing her vagina ever so slowly and sensually. She saw me and smiled.I opened my jeans and my cock was growing. I pulled them off never breaking eye contact with Ms. Nelson. She rubbed herself a little faster.Finally, I pulled my boxers down and was standing naked in front of my mom, my current teacher, and my teacher from last year. All three were admiring my eighteen-year-old athletic body. At five-eleven, one-hundred-eighty-pounds, and long brown hair, the three drunk teachers. The sofa bed had been pulled into the middle of the room. I was lying on it, padded handcuffs on wrists and ankles fastened to the four corners of the bed, spread-eagled helplessly with a pillow under my ass. I had a tiny black leather bikini on, with boot lace straps fastening the briefs and bra, a leather collar and a ball-gag in my mouth. Between my wide-open legs was a sign saying, “Happy Birthday”. He smiled as he came over to the bed, leaning down to kiss my forehead. Then he took off his.