"I didn't mean that. It's just..." What," now it was Bret who was getting frustrated, "it's just what, Terry?" I want to know what you meant by that c...ack about my bad memories. Do you think I hate you?"Bret gave out a little sigh. It didn't look like he was going to avoid this conversation."I don't know, maybe not hate but you made it very clear you don't love me anymore, so it just stands to reason that you might think of those memories with regret, that's all." Well I don't regret them. I. Jack off. Don’t pretend that you don’t do this. We all know that you do. Don’t try to hide your boners. Flaunt them proudly, in front of your wives, siblings, etc. Remember, we’re all adults here. Anyone who isn’t is in Sunday School.“In fact, Alberto, collect those fourteen years old and above from downstairs and bring them up here. They don’t need to be downstairs at all. The teachers can come upstairs as well, but the adults will take turns being down there to supervise. Sandy will lock and. Slow then fast and it felt so good for her that my cock popped out of her mouth and her head collapsed down on my inner thigh and she cried out as she came again, this time in my mouth. She poured onto me and it only made me push deeper. I was so fucking turned on I wanted my whole head up in her.But I wanted more... I wanted that tight asshole. I shifted my body up until my tongue could reach her ass. I rimmed her again and her moaning started anew; different this time, a weakened,. She asked me how often I masturbate, what I like to think about. I was very excited. I confided that I often think about her when I masturbate. In fact, I loved thinking about her in my most intimate moments, the pleasure was addictive.My mom seemed shocked by my admission. She wanted more details, asked me how I felt when I came and thought of her, and wondered how it all started. I was only too happy to answer her questions as it allowed me to express myself openly and I was so excited to do.