Oh, keep fucking me!" She took hold of her left leg and lifted it from the floor, starting to twist herself sideways. I took the message and placed my...hand on her leg, freeing up her hand to be placed on the side of my neck so she could look into my eyes as I continued pounding her. "Oh you're such a naughty boy! Ooh, you're gonna make me cum!"Which of course I did, very shortly afterwards. And no sooner did her juices start dripping off my balls, then I pulled out of her with a jerk, ready to. I spent the days trying to control my need for sex. I especially wanted to stop indulging in "dirty sex". Having it off with strangers was disgusting and rather dangerous, although it was so incredibly exciting. I still got my urges of course, but I managed to satisfy them by masturbation and heavy use of my vibrators and dildos. I did pop in to see Carol to return her double dildo. Even though she wanted me to stop for a quickie, I told her that I was late for an appointment and that I'd see. Her face was relaxed. I couldn't detect even a bit of anxiety or excitement at all.When all the buttons were undone she slid the shirt off without delay, revealing her plain black bra. She put the shirt over the end of the bed and put her hands behind her back to unhooked her bra. I felt a wave of panic come over me again but it didn't last long, I just couldn't believe that she was going to show her tits off again. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, and I knew they’d all seen her naked. ’ He was divorced, in his late 40s, average looking. He would always start conversations with me, and lately they were becoming explicit and definitely over the line. Things such as who my girlfriend was, did I prefer a girl with big tits or a big ass, etc. It didn’t bother me but I definitely noticed it. Mr. L kept some expensive things in his garage. I saw his new basketball and I knew I wanted it. So one day when I had a garage drop off delivery, I succumbed to temptation and decided to.