Hoping that the family wouldn’t bother me, I put on my panties and leggings and started playing with myself. As I started stroking myself, I had an ...nteresting revelation. For most of my life, when I would jerk-off, I would be solely focused on the feeling of my cock. Today, I was as focused on how my cock felt in my hand. Does that make sense? Instead of just the pleasure my cock was feeling, I was enjoying how my cock felt in my hand, just like feeling Jim’s or someone else’s dick. It may not. ”While laughing hard Steve says, “Well, I know they can’t hurt you. Just don’t damage them too much while I’m gone.” Patting the tank, “And take good care of this hunk of metal. I’m kind of fond of it.”Gerry replies, “I’ll try, but I can’t promise anything. Give my best to Betty and the kids. Take my car and driver, because it’ll get you home much quicker than the public transport. And if you’re prepared to share the time at the wheel you needn’t stop for meals, either.”Steve smiles, “Thanks, I. I know this place is haunted! I can feel it! Everybody says it is,so it must be true! I don't want to die!" "Who is this 'Everybody' you're talking about? Sweetie,there is No Such Thing As Ghosts." I assured her."Yes there is! All the older girls,and sister Betty along with brother Rodger say it's true! Even Preacher won't come here! He doesn't like this place either! It scares Him!" She said while opening the blanket,then she pressed against me and wrapped it around us.I had momentarily. Jerk me off onto his hole my, neighbor commanded. I saw my hand, like it was someone else's, reaching down and wrapping around his well-greased shaft. I stroked it once, then twice, then on the third stroke his cock pulsed several times and he ejaculated his big creamy load all over the boys clenching hole. Some of it squirted into the slightly loose opening, the rest of it covered the inside of his cheeks and ran down towards his tight nut sack. My neighbor moaned and so did the boy. After all.