She looked like she was afraid to move. Not afraid that I might attack them or hurt her, more the kind of fear you get when approaching a skittish ani...al. Fear of frightening it away.“Julian?” she said quietly.“Cheryl,” I replied. She stiffened. She blinked several times as if trying to convince herself that I was real. I guess she hadn’t expected to see me.“Who is he?” I asked quietly.“His name is Tom,” she replied. “He’s a teacher at the school.”I nodded sadly.“How long?”“Just over six. Because I use a backhand stroke, I don't pull my hard-on directly in front of me. Rather, I pull it to the right. I now parade around the house, making love to myself as I go, stopping in front of the mirrors to watch myself & admire my glistening hardness.It's difficult to explain how exciting it is to watch myself masturbate. The reduced friction allows me to grip my cock much more tightly than when I jerk off dry. My hand moves up & down my shaft almost in slow motion. My fingers do a lot. “Squeeze my balls” he instructed Julie. As Julie complied and began massaging his swollen testicles, Kim stood, wide-eyed taking in the sight. Her hand had dropped to her pussy, her fingers, probing in and out, massaging her clit. Harry moaned with pleasure, has his cum raced up the shaft, exploding inside Julie’s mouth…Julie gagged but began swallowing as quickly as possible, trying to keep any of the liquid gold from escaping her mouth. After Harry quit pumping cum, Julie. "I still owe her for that masturbation thing." I think that just slipped out. She said she told you I love you because we were both so shy we'd have been dating for a year before we told each other." She's probably right. We've both changed a lot. Neither of us are nearly as shy as we were." It's amazing how much self confidence it gives you when you know someone loves you." I'm really glad she told me when she did." By the way, mom knew what we had been up to yesterday. She asked if we were.