Usually, I would get the story without any diversion, but that time it opened the story on a separate webpage.The screen I was on displayed intriguing...profile pictures of women. One scrolled down the entire webpage looking at those gorgeous ladies wearing seducing attires. Some flaunted their curvy figure in tight bra and panty. Then some exposed their body in tempting poses.Not knowing when my hand had gone inside my short, I began to stroke my dick and continued ogling at those sexy babes.. I didn’t know what to do. I tried to get up and go to the restroom, unfortunately, I fell on a glass statue kept on the side of my bed. It fell and broke into pieces.Hearing the sound, my mom came running to my room and opened the door. She screamed seeing me on the floor. Hearing her scream the other ladies came to my room. Meera (a close friend of my mom of the same age group, little chubby) aunty asked, “What happened Anju?”“He is suffering from body pain so he stayed at home. I don’t know. ”I almost cried as I heard his words, his final example a scalpel designed to cause maximum damage to Sue’s love and respect for me.“Maybe you’re right. Sometimes I wish we’d never started playing this game. Wish we’d never met Francis that night. Twenty-two years we had together, just a harmless fantasy, and then this.”I saw Brandon flick the slightest of glances at the camera before continuing. “Maybe it was just a question of when. He’s been fighting this all his life. It was bound to come. Quickly she swiped the card, allowing us access to the top floor suites. As fast as the door could close she pressed herself firmly against my again swollen member. I could feel her pointed nipples through my thin shirt.Kissing me even more urgently than before, she whispered between thrusts of her tongue, "There are NO stops along the way baby, so let’s not waste fourteen floors."Pushing me back against the half glass wall I could barely sense the elevator move as she cupped my now aching.