I stayed playing with the PC for a while and before I knew it, it was time for bed. Week commencing July 6I took a few photos of myself and loaded the... into the PC on the Monday and Tuesday. It was strange zooming in on pictures of my own pussy, especially the ones where I held my lips open. I frigged myself to an orgasm just looking at the photos. The rest of the week was quite boring; I didn’t even manage to get anyone watching me lean over the freezers in Tesco.Saturday July 11While in town. If I had loved Andrew, I probably would have been upset staying so close to me. As it was, I just wasn't interested. I was subtle when I made that clear. After that we moved on to a good nights sleep. I heard her stirring at 5AM. "Mel go back to bed honey. It's too early to stir around inside a tin can." I said to her."It's just normally the time I awaken to fix breakfast," She said."Force yourself to stay in bed till 7AM, then I will get up as well," I said then added, "Instead of cooking, we. It went into a long series of men masturbating and coming, some close ups showing the sperm in detail, some where the men were fully visible and obviously intent on what they were doing. No scene lasted more than about a minute but Len was fascinated. He had often wondered how other men did it or what he looked like himself when he was masturbating, and here was a parade of men openly doing what he did in private.It was only when he heard himself that he realised he had groaned a couple of. .. her... mom!" he hissed, punctuating the sentence with a series of groans that left Father Mcnamara feeling distinctly hotter, and harder, under the cassock. The mental picture of Ms Barton was now running, fully naked, through his mind in glorious Technicolor and the priest discreetly adjusted himself."You don't have to go into all the details." He whispered dryly."Ohhhh but i do!" The man contradicted. "I have to expose all my sin for you. Aren't we going to burn in Hell for this?" He asked.