So, my life was hard work, study, savings and little fun. I was twenty two and I promised myself to be rich at twenty five.Of course in a so rough wor... environment I was the laughing stock of my fellow workers some of whom thought I was a "sissy", their words. I didn't go to town and got roaring drunk or go out with the women. I worked my shot, and afterwards, when I was resting in my cabin I was always reading technical stuff incomprehensible to most of them.I never went to my parent's home. The referee waved her arms, calling the match for Star. The two wrestlers stood next to the ref and the woman in stripes lifted Star’s arm, announcing her the victor. That’s when things really got interesting.Star stripped off her bottoms and donned a foot long rubber strap-on and stood in front of a kneeling Piper. Star proceeded to feed Piper the fake cock, shoving it in and out of her mouth until it dripped with her saliva. Jenny then turned Piper around and stuffed the cock into the prone. I felt like destroying something. My right hand made a fist and pressed hard against the pillow. I was too afraid to strike the wall in anger, as this would only hurt my knuckles. But knocking a few holes in the wall would satisfy me.Mum and Dad never physically or sexually abused me when I was young, but that doesn't mean they were good parents. Up to the age of sixteen, I was never allowed to sleepover at friends' houses. My parents, and especially my dad, didn't want me going out of the. But before we left we made plans to meet and spend the next weekend together. Giving us both ample time to enjoy the next meeting. On the way home as we rode quietly in the car, you moved closer to me, letting your hand fall to my thighs, slowly stroking my leg. your eyes staring off into space, as I know you were thinking of Jim. I broke the silence, as your hand touched against my swollen manhood,that pressed up against my pants, moaning softly. you looked into my eyes and smiled. "Hum " you.