"I couldn't help myself." Mom said between gasps and tiny moans. "I took several of the magazines, tore off my clothes, laid down on the bed and mastu...bated till I had climaxed not once but several times. I felt terrible afterwards. You know, guilty for doing such a dirty thing. But I couldn't help myself, I kept getting drawn back to that box and those dirty pictures time after time, and each time I looked at them, I had to go masturbate. I was turning into the slut that my mother had accused. Drunk and horny as Elle knew him to be it did not take him long to notice the gorgeous teen girl. Instantly Elle saw a change in demeanor in him as he smiled and asked her how the night went with the kids. Elle told him as he opened the wine she had brought to loosen up his wife and poured himself a glass then with a wink poured her one too.“I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.” he said handing Elle the glass as he sat odwn right next to her. Elle took it with trembling fingers as she realized he. Once in a while I would get rewarded with a quick gay clip on the channel preview, but no more gay videos. Well I got married, kept on masturbating to straight porn, fucked the new wife all was OK. Then came the Internet, I was quickly learning my was around (porn) but I didn't want to search for anything gay, but one day it happened, it found me. Now I spent hours with dialup looking at pictures and beating off probably looking pretty pathetic betting my cock slumped in front of my computer. . . I’ll . . . be . . . home,’ he finished with a muffled groan of pain and regurgitated a small spill of blood. The orderly looked up at the Nurse, his eyes suddenly reddening, the name reminded him of his own wife and family back Stateside, holding his tears back with an effort. It was rare for this to happen, but his own daughter’s name was Cassandra, and it had struck home, reminding him how far away he really was. The sweat pouring down her face made it hard to tell if the Nurse was also.