“I was a complete whore if I’m honest pre-Natalie,” Della continued, albeit in a lower voice, “I watched lots of porn, but most of it was aime... at men and I had to put up with many fake, over the top orgasms and women giving dildos, vibrators and strap-ons blow-jobs before stuffing them into either theirs or their partner’s pussies. Unless you count licking cum off them afterward, I’ve only stuck a sex-toy in my mouth like that once and that was because I was out of lube and the woman I was. The thought made me shudder.I decided to change out the light fixture in the room so I made a trip back to the hardware store. As I got out of the car I had an uneasy feeling of foreboding danger. I looked around and noticed a car sitting by the front door of the bank building next door. The car was running and there was someone sitting in the driver's seat nervously looking around. Glancing at the bank door I saw a sign which said closed. Curiosity got the best of me so I casually walked over. Usually, that was before he stroked himself to sleep, lapping the come from between his fingers like a thirsty kitten once he had finished his self-pleasuring. It didn’t bother him to taste himself. He was rather na? on what was accepted sexual behavior and what wasn’t, and was a rather weird kid in general. The bathroom had been his masturbation refuge until the night his brother pounded on the door and murmured that he could hear him jerking off to his “little faggot fantasies.” It didn’t. "We shouldn't," Sandra protested weakly."It'll only take a few minutes. It's been so long. Please," the skinny kid replied.Sandra looked at the bedroom door and bit her lip. Then she said, "Okay but we have to hurry. Go lock the door."Ryan's heart was suddenly pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe it but his jealously was rapidly turning to excitement. He watched as Sandra waited at the foot of the bed. The skinny kid came back over, took off his white coat and loosened his bow tie. Then.