He placed his wife’s hand around his throbbing flesh.“Was it bigger than mine?” he whispered in her ear.“It was,” Sandra exhaled as she star...ed jacking her husband off. “It felt much bigger through his trousers!”Hearing his wife confess that made Frank even wilder. “Do you want so see what they do with such cocks?”“What do you mean?” Sandra moaned as Frank touched her sweet spot.Frank, driven by lust, let go of his turned on wife and got the laptop from the desk, turned it on and placed it. " I admitted. "Shitty day." Well, sit down here and tell me about it." She patted a place beside her, and I fell onto the mattress gratefully, trying to keep the bulge in my pants showing to much.I told her what was bothering me, about my grades being behind and the homework I would have to do. She told me to relax."You got all weekend." She said, smiling. "Why not wait until Sunday? You could spend Saturday just hanging out, maybe take a girl to dinner or something..." Oh, God, that's another. Everything bad that has ever happened to me has happened during the period that stretches from Thanksgiving to New Years.It started when I was fourteen. The family was going to Hawaii the week after Thanksgiving for a two-week stay. God, but was I ever up for it. Two weeks on sunny beaches that would be wall to wall with gorgeous babes in bikinis. A true masturbator's paradise, except that I didn't go. Two days before we were scheduled to leave I slipped on a patch of ice, fell down two flights. Also, we had motion detecting lights in the side and backyards. Whenever they would come on, i could definitely tell since the light could be seen from my window. They never came on whenever i heard these "footsteps" and "rocks adjusting".Okay, i'm back at it again only this time i really got myself worked up - i was on my back in my usual position but then slid down so my head was no longer propped up against the wall but laying on a pillow on the bed. I heard the rocks move from outside.