I went back down the short hallway to see what was going on. The room was empty, but there was two gals and a guy in the hallway, talking and looking ...nto the room and pointing.I went back to the kitchen. My cock was very hard and I wanted to masturbate. I could almost feel the Masturbation Couch calling me. The girl with the skin-tight jeans came in the packed kitchen where I was leaning against a counter. In the tight quarters she passed by me on her way to get another drink. As she wedged. "Besides, I'm not the one who was walking out of the party Friday looking like I was constipated and in some serious pain," he added with a grin."Well, that was Friday, and I'm feeling right fine on this Monday morning, but thanks for your concern," I said."So, Ray, what's up with you and the delectable Miss Melissa? Brit tells me you guys disappeared into the basement for quite awhile, and didn't hardly come up for air." You know," I said, looking up and down the hall. I really didn't want any. She was curled up in the corner, gripping her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks. The moments played out in her mind over and over as she rocked. She had just walked in from work when there was a knock at the door. Had she been smart, she would have checked the peephole, but her rush to change and get over to Dimitri’s for their weekly study date had overridden caution. The second she opened the door, she knew it was too late. Karl was standing there, drunk and angry. ‘So you think you can. It was using it to produce a massive amount of seminal fluid. Her ‘nuggets’, as she called them, were working overtime to supply the needed sperm.She knew full well that her penis would squirt fantastic amounts of gooey white slime when properly stimulated. What she didn’t know was that the full to capacity organ was telling her of it’s almost desperate need for the immediate discharge of a truly massive load.The Circle Jerk boys back at the orphanage had a term for the tense nervous uneasy way.