“Sorry,” he mumbled.“No, it’s ok, I…uh…it was my fault.”“Are you ok?” he asked.“Yeah,” I answered and then paused. He got up to...leave. “What were you doing?” I finally managed as he had one foot out the door. He stopped.“Uh…masturbating,” he said, turning red.“What’s that?” I’d heard the word a few times, but never quite had the courage to ask someone what it was. I was too afraid they’d look at me goggle-eyed like they always did when I asked stupid questions about sex. I’d lagged so far. You’re still my mate.” He just lay there showing off his bum. He was proper showing it off. He was lying face down and he started wiggling his hips back and to. His bum cheeks were stiffly wobbling and they looked so fucking sexy. “You’re the gay one, mate. Lying there wiggling your arse for me.” He laughed. He then pushed his bum up in the air. “Oooh! Mate, look at my bum. Do you wanna shag me, mate?” I threw the magazine at him, hit him on the arse with it. He rolled over and lay there on the. "Oh, no you don't. You've opened thedoor, and if you don't pursue this line of questioning, I will." This is an outrage! The defense is trying to put the victim ontrial!" Why are you so afraid to let the jury learn the truth aboutBuster Cruz? So you can railroad my client?" All right, gentlemen," the judge broke in. "I'll allow theanswer to stand. Proceed with your cross-examination."The deputy district attorney seemed tongue-tied. A moment ago, hehad the jury eating out of his hand. Now, they. Her hips were moving in a slow rotating manner and her breathing was slow and labored. First I stood and removed my clothing then he did the same and we laid back on either side of her. Our erections were quite obvious to each other and we continued our assault on her breasts and nipples. Her hands went to each of our cocks and was stroking them and running over our balls and lengths. I stopped kissing her and bent down to unsnap her jeans and roll them and her underwear down her legs and.