Waking up one morning and finding my two sisters still asleep beside me made me very hard indeed, especially since Karen wasn't able to attend to me t...e previous night, and after what I had done with Cindy.I usually imagined that I was making love to Karen, but often now I included thoughts of all my sisters while I stroked off my meat, as I tried just about everything and anything to get to that single instance of momentary pleasure.The images did still bother me, especially the ones where I. When he was getting out of the shower, her heard the apartment door slamming shut. He shook his head, looking around the apartment for her–seeing she’d left. If he ever hated himself before–this was it–the pits–worse than he thought possible. Not knowing if he hurt her or not but feeling he had–he sat and began to cry–hating himself and what he’d done in his thinking it was okay–wondering how he could feel guilt when she made a point out of telling him sex with others was all right. After his. It was hard to forget her piercing eyes, her shock of long red hair, the way she had of taking control. Jack liked that. He needed that sometimes.He began to touch his nipples, absentmindedly at first, then more deliberately. He reached for the pack of cigarettes on his nightstand, and shook out two. Placing them on his nipples, he slowly moved them up and down, back and forth. As he thought about Amy, he began to get hard. He pulled down his shorts and stroked his cock, his head filled with. As the hours ticked by, she soon noticed no one else was in the office. As she got up to stretch, Greg came into her office. ‘Working hard, I see.’ ‘Trying to get this presentation finished. If we get this client, it will be the biggest deal that we have made.’ Crystal said stretching. ‘I know, that’s why I am happy you chose to work late to finish it. You must be hungry?’ Greg said as he heard Crystal’s stomach rumble. ‘Yes, a little I suppose.’ ‘Lets order some take out, my treat.’ ‘Oh you.