It seemed so degrading. For tonight, I needed some underwear or shorts. Something to wear to keep myself under control.I looked to my left, to the bed...oom proper. Suddenly Mom’s insistence to “See what you can find” held more meaning than just clothes. I had an idea. It was so simple, so stupid, and so possible. What if Dad left the locket in his dresser? What if he left it here in the house? I certainly wouldn’t have many chances to look through his things. Not like now. So, I turned and. Judging by his strained grunts, the stranger was getting close, too. I lay there watching as he made one final thrust forward, gripping Will's hips and panting harshly as he climaxed. Will looked like he was ready to collapse. The muscles in his arms trembled with the effort of holding himself up. “How's it feel having another man's cum in your ass?” “Oh, God...” The stranger finished and withdrew, and Will fell forward onto his elbows. “Oh, God...” Now that it was over, I felt a rush of pride. Itfelt wrong, masturbating but not masturbating. It felt like a cock, hiscock, in his hand, but his cock could not feel his hand. He hesitated,but she ordered him "I'm ready now. Stick it in. Fuck me, and fuck mehard!." So she writhed and groaned to his thrusts, while he just groundhis teeth in frustration.Her punishment was not yet over. The next morning after his shower hefound the clothes she had selected for him laid on the bed. An anklelength dark red Edwardian skirt, in a silk-linen. It was getting to the stage that I just wanted to get off and my target was the beautiful horizon that I had before me.I placed one knee on the bed as she was still on her side with her ass facing me. I thought I would rub my cock between her ass cheeks. If I did this without entering it would not disturb her. (hey, what real experience did I have at 15!)So there I was, hovering over her body on one knee. I placed my cock between her heavenly ass slit and slid between her ass crack with the aid.