My left hand was placed flat on the shower wall, steadying my body as I clenched my thighs together, each time sending the bristles onto my clit. I wa... about to cum. I let out a barrage of expletives as I felt my orgasm build. I was gritting my teeth, as I felt it rise inside me. At no time did I stop the bucking of my hips. My spare hand came down on my arse and I snaked a finger straight up my anus. It was the last straw. I felt like a dirty and depraved whore in the shower and I loved every. I was followed by Jim, who got one, and Arthur, who got the last two.Amy applied a little smelling salts to wake me up and we were ready to attack the next strong point. We had to fight our way from room to room, using pretty much the same tactics as we had at the first doorway. Three more rooms and we had to take a break. Here we were, still on the lower level and we had been fighting for nearly an hour. This was ridiculous! Something had to be done, and done now!We discussed the situation and. Around 7:30 my wife woke me up and asked how I was feeling. I noticed shewas in an identical outfit to mine. Was this my lucky day and I would getto fulfill some of the fantasies I had when I was a teenager? She quicklymoved me over to a vanity and started applying some understated makeup.The final touch was painting my old high school mascot on my right cheek. I was more than just a little excited at this point. She pulled out a redwig that was done up in a pony tail and settled it on my. An awakened hunger looking for… something to sate it.“Anyway, he banned me from seeing Greg, and he told my school that I wasn’t to be seen with him. They kept a pretty close eye on me after that. Sometimes they would time my bathroom breaks, which was challenging because I sometimes had to jill off really quickly to not get a detention. I always sort of regretted it—at the time, I mean—that my dad was my best trigger.”“You masturbated to your dad,” Warrick swallowed.Hazel sighed, “Well, the.