‘I don’t know. I suppose Mummy and Daddy want the best for me. I know I’m not as good as the others, but I can do better than I am now.’ ‘An... you think if I help you, you’ll get better?’ She shrugged. ‘Suppose so.’ We settled on two hour-long sessions per week, with a review after three months. Sophie had just turned seventeen. I was twenty-five, teaching at a local high school, and living alone. Tutoring was a side job. Sophie’s parents thought that the age difference was a ‘good thing.’ I was. I looked in the mirror and my friend’s mother was still there but now her face changed to a curious look. I soaped up my butt and started to wash my cock. It was so hard now and I could feel it throbbing. I slowly started to masturbate and closed my eyes but I was facing the mirror. When I opened up my eyes I saw my friends mother with a shocked look on her face and her hand over her mouth. She must have been surprised that I was masturbating in her shower. I closed my eyes again and started to. It was pretty hot sitting on the couch next to a married guy, both in speedos, rubbing our cocks through the lycra waiting for his wife to join us.So the husband and I are sitting on the couch both wearing black speedos. I'm hard as a rock from making out with the wife and we are both sitting there rubbing our cocks through our speedos. It doesn't take long until the wife returns. All she is wearing is a white bikini. She is petite, nice medium sized titties, shaved all over and brunette.She. My legs were open and he rested between them. If our clothes had already been removed I was sure his cock could reach me. I felt defeated. It took all that I had not to beg Daniel. I kept imagining the first and last time we had been together. The way his cock felt inside of me, the pure bliss that I felt when he had fucked me. The more I thought about it the more I wanted it. Surly there had to be something wrong with me, to want to fuck the person who may have killed my boyfriend. Daniel sat.