He cared about himself again. This was all Emily, he wanted to give her the best of himself - and that meant giving a damn. He powered back up the sta...rs after his glass of milk, he would masturbate and go to bed. Then he saw her sleeping again. He stepped into her room, and his hand slid down onto his cock – she was so peaceful, so beautiful. Her body was the altar upon which he worshiped. The burning sensation around his shaft ignited again, and his hard-on returned with a fury. How wrong was. “We cant do that” she said. I could tell she was not happy. I was frozen in fear. I knew what I did without permission is never okay and I thought I really messed up. Mom rolled over. She looked at me as if she was in anguish. Mom finally broke the texting barrier. She finally spoke to me without hiding behind her phone. She looked at my and said “I want nothing more than for you to fuck my brains out right now. But we can’t. It’s too far. I’m so sorry I teased you so much. It’s my. I'd always wanted to stare more between her legs, but I could never do it, as I could never have been that obvious. Yes, she was okay, as a woman, though I'd never thought of her in that way.But my experiences with Ginny kept going. Ginny would come over when my mother knew my father would be away, and there were times when Ginny would come to get me to take me back to her house where we would fuck and suck until I couldn't get it up any more. She was the world's best fuck, I thought, and I. When the guy in my mouth came, one of the breast guys moved up to take his place, and one of the guys watching took over at the breast. It worked out like clockwork, as one would cum, he would be replaced by another guy, they must have worked this all out in advance, because there were no arguments about whose turn it was, or who was doing what, it just worked out. The only change happened about 3 guys in, the guy wanted to fuck my asshole, and how I was laying made it almost impossible. .