I smiled, elated. Sitting in my car I called Brent. "Brent, we need to talk, are you home?" He was and I drove over to his house. Adrenaline pumped th...ough me. I was still buzzing when I rang the doorbell. Mrs. Rossini opened the door. She wore a short tennis dress and tank top with an apron over it. "Hi, Sonny!" She grinned at me. "Brent is in his room. I am making cookies, will you have lunch with us?"I looked Mrs. Rossini right in the tits and smiled. "Sure, Mrs. Rossini." I stepped past. His cock was glistening with my hand cream, but suddenly he stopped the fast rubbing and concentrated on the bit at the end. I watched in fascination as he rubbed the head of his penis between his fingers and his thumb, roughly stimulating himself as he prepared for the big moment. Then, suddenly, he was there. A single jet of really thick creamy fluid shot from the now enlarged hole at the end of his cock towards my cunt. My bathroom tidy-up had left me so very ready to receive the jet in. I have Porn as a screensaver. I have Porn as a homepage.But still, I ask...how can I go deeper? How can I live more completely into the Porn?I surround myself with people who throw themselves willingly into Porn.When I blog, they write, saying, "yes, go deeper." When I celebrate jerking off they say, "yes, jerk off more." When I wear panties and a bra to keep myself ever aware of Porn and sex they say, "yes, wear them all the time you are a real sissy slut."When I spend hours of my life surfing. .. what's the proper thing to do in a situation like this?"Vivian turned and listened to the band playing a nice slow song. "Well why not ask me to dance and then we can discuss it?"He looked a little surprise at her boldness but shrugged his shoulders. "Alright, you don't mind George?" No. Absolutely not Brad, I'm not much of a dancer anyway. Please, go right ahead."Actually Brad hadn't even heard the band playing until Vivian had suggested they dance. He took her by her elbow and led her to.