I see that my panties is soaked with my own wetness from being aroused a good part of the morning. Fuck I need to get laid; maybe my shower will help ...ool me off. I open the glass door of the shower and step into the hot spray of water. I moan softly at the amazing feeling and I can’t help but play with my nipples once again. As I go to grab the body wash, I see my favorite toy sitting on the shelf next to it. I must have forgotten to put it back under the bathroom counter after I was finished. PURE PLEASURE! ANYWAYS, SO I PLACED THE MASSAGER ON THE COUNTER AND WAITED FOR HER TO RING ME UP. I TRIED TO AVOID LOOKING NERVOUS. SO SHE FINALLY LOOKED AT THE ITEM I PLACED ON THE COUNTER. I SWEAR THE INDIAN LADY AT THE REGISTER KNEW THE REAL REASON WHY I WAS BUYING IT BECAUSE SHE SMILED AT ME AFTER SCANNING THE BOX. I COULDN’T HELP IT, MY FACE TURNED RED AND I SMILED BACK. SHE WAS PRETTY CUTE TOO. THE CASHIER CONTINUED TO SMILE AND SAID THE PRICE. I QUICKLY SWIPED MY CARD AND WAS IMPATIENTLY. “It’s just a look, John,” Sharon replied. “She’ll grow out of it.”“Her friends are strange,” I threw in, running out of ideas. “Especially that Joe guy.”“He’s a budding poet,” Sharon said, throwing her arms in the air comically. “They’re supposed to be strange!”And so it went on until I had exhausted all my arguments. It didn’t seem to matter what I thought, Sharon always had an answer. We’d discussed the matter many times before, the argument invariably ending with me having to admit that. He ran to the bathroom, unzipped his pants and grabbed his cock. It was half erect and getting harder by the second. He slowly stroked his manhood while resting against the bathroom sink. His ass felt cool against the porcelain sink. Evan closed his eyes and pictured Adonia. This time she was nude and on her knees. She pictured her lovely mouth taking his thick shaft all the way down. He started stroking a little harder. His hands went up and down. He slowed his pace to enjoy this moment a.