"David Gregory! What are you doing!" my mother yelled.I couldn't respond for two reasons, shock and pleasure. The climax was incredible, making my toe... curl and me trying to hide practically a bucket of spunk was laughable."Umm... oh... shi... oh, geez," I stammered trying unsuccessfully to wipe my monitor off with a sock."Good heavens look at this mess. I've never seen so... so much... good heavens," my mother stammered standing next to my desk and staring at the plentiful amount of gooey. "She's new to this sort of thing," Rob said excitedly. "Mmmm, very sexy," the guy responded, "you need to show yourself off lots more."Rob now reached around me and pulled my nightie wide open and cupped my breasts under his hands so that he could bounce them slightly. I was blushing profusely but allowed myself to be displayed in that way."Ah that's nice," the guy moaned in appreciation. "Are you married?"Rob told him that we were, and in answer to his next question, told him we'd been married. Caroline usually returned to bed in the morning after Jonathon had left for the office.But she wasn't a lazy girl.She didn't go back to sleep.She went back to bed and played with her pussy.It had become something of a morning routine with her, loving morning orgasms as she did and seldom getting screwed by her husband at that time of the day. Sometimes Caroline felt a bit sheepish about masturbating, a little embarrassed. It didn't seem proper for a happily married woman to finger fuck herself. . I’m stuck with you like this even longer now.“How do you think I feel?” the girl complains.Probably pretty good, considering that it’s my body you have and that is getting you laid left and right.“Oh, and I couldn’t get these men any other way?”Men? If that’s what you want to call most of them. You probably could, but you forget I suffer right along with you.“I don’t suffer,” the witch contradicts. “Actually I have been rather enjoying myself.”You would, but I don’t like it.“Why not?”I have.