She looked at my straining erection for a moment, and then up at me.“Mom.” I didn’t know what to say. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you,” sh... said, calm and motherly.She didn’t say anything else, she just stood there watching me. Her eyes went back down to my crotch, as if she was expecting me to resume masturbating. After a few moments of silence, she glanced back up at me.“Well?” she said. “Aren’t you going to finish?”She was playing with me, punishing me perhaps. I shamefully covered myself. Randy and I fuck two, three times a day – everyday! Ill walk into the room totally unaware, and suddenly Im jerked around, shoved facedown over the back of a couch or chair, and his big cock is slamming into me before Im even ready. It makes little difference to Randy which hole he enters well, to either of us I suppose. Sometimes, hell just walk up to me while Im reading or watching TV, pull his cock out, wrap his hands in my hair and shove it down my throat so far I can feel pubic hair. Tori Alverson. Your very first, or probably one of your very first victims, when just rape and a good beating wasn't enough to give your tiny prick a thrill anymore. She was my best friend and the only woman or man for that matter that I ever trusted enough in my entire life to tell my secrets and ask her for advice on dealing with my fucked up life. She was also sometimes my lover. She was engaged to be married to a Navy SEAL we'd both met while in Afghanistan. In fact he was an old boyfriend. I almost laughed out loud at the look on his face. His jaw dropped and his eyes almost came out of their sockets. Then he asked what I meant. So I stepped to within about four feet of his car, taking Julie’s arm and taking her with me and said “Well, I dare say that if there’d been a man in the Gents you’d have both been having some fun together wouldn’t you”? He said, almost unbelieving, ‘What you mean that the two of you were doing that in there? Wow! I’d love to have seen that”. I turned.