”"A friend of Gemma’s,” I said.“Male or female?” Tom asked.I hesitated. Tom seemed to sense my hesitation.“You can tell me, Kerrie. It’s...ok.”“Okay, Tom. It was a man.”“Oh, boy, poor guy,” he said. “You must have really aroused him. Did you fuck him?”“Yes, Tom,” I admitted. “Your wife was a naughty girl.”“Tell me about it,” Tom ordered.So, I told Tom how I’d looked up after climaxing and seen Patrick’s bulge in front of me. Unable to resist, I’d stroked it and then pulled his pants down to. Thelma sneered and pulled his leash nice and taut, watching his cock bone rigid as he took in the many paintings and photos, ancient and recent, of males suspended on a stark gallows, black silken witches posing satisfied by the spent and defeated males; each and every picture the same cruel scenario. His eyes drifted to the far wall, there displayed in various modes were male genitalia; older examples cured and tacked to framed boards, some floating forlornly in jars of formaldehyde, others. No one gets on or off without authorization. Set up warning buoys half a kilometer out in all directions." He was still talking as he continued down the hall, but I couldn't hear.When I looked at Angela, I was pleasantly surprised to see that she was still asleep. I felt it was best to leave her that way for the moment, and took a shower. No matter how nervous I was, I knew I'd feel better if I was clean. As I was drying off, I heard a knock at the shower door. I opened the curtain and. Donna lived just up the street from me, and I would often walk home, watching her sexy big round bottom swaying in front of me. Eventually, she and I began to chat about the day at school on the way home, afterwards, I would rush to my bedroom and masturbate as I fantasised about her.Donna often wore very short skirts, and my eyes would stray from the teacher to Donna’s legs. She almost always wore navy stockings and occasionally, she would sit in such a way that I would get a really erotic.