Generally, it was an uninteresting life unless you count my rather filthy hobby but I wasn't going to tell her about that.Now it was my turn. "You do...'t seem to like those people. How did you end up at the party?" As she turned in her chair, she dimmed the lights."We need the lights low in here for what I want to show you. About me? … I clean their houses. I'm the poor bugger who cleans up their shit, gets her tits grabbed and crotch groped by the husbands, insulted by the cocksucking wives. ..?Michelle squeezed me harder, almost chocking my dick.- I mean… seven or eight?- Seven or eight ... that’s more plausible. Here. Bend over, sweetie.I leaned over and felt her delicate fingers brushing gently around my balls, like singing on a piano, barely touching my swollen tight scrotum and then I felt a finger climbing up my taint all the way to my exposed bum hole.- And what do you look at when you masturbate?- At… girls?- Girls, of course, not men. What kind of girls?- Girls ... I do. This was nothing more than lust. But yet here he was giving into it, unashamedly.She wasn't a bad person. He wasn't sure if anything would ultimately come out of this. Would this ruin their friendship? Would they go on after this as if nothing had happened? Would this become a regular thing? Would they become not so much an item, but just friends who happened to get together to satisfy each other every now and then?How had this started? When he began confiding in Laura as he was working on his. " She breathed as they reached the top of the stairs, and she took a left turn. He has been hoping against it, but Mark didn't care as she led him to what was once Melanie's room. It didn't even matter, as the space was completely different, and Melanie's meager twin was replaced by a king-sized monument to sex. As the woman bent over to remove her sandals, Mark received a very nice view of her round ass through her robe, and his rod nearly fell off as she slipped out of her robe and let it.