“You fucking twerp!Who the fuck do you think you are?” She roared. Iblanched. I am not used to being yelled at. “It’s just tha... I…” “I-I… you think only of yourself Jason. You are aselfish prick. Just like most men. You think justbecause you have a dick hanging between your legs thatgives you special rights. We’ve all see how you stareat us around here. We are nothing but fuck-dumps toyou. All you think about all day is shoving your dickinto. . oh shit . . . FUCK!’ Thick ropes of semen leapt from the bulbous tip of his ram, the first hitting him right in the chin, the next two streaking across his muscular chest, and the rest hitting his computer screen, covering the digital Ciara’s face and chest. ‘Tommy?’ Ciara asked. ‘Are you still there? I think you just ejaculated onto the computer’s camera.’ ‘Uh . . . yeah . . . sorry,’ he said. He found a pair of discarded boxer-briefs and wiped down the camera with it, before balling the. I needed to get some reams of paper and printer supplies so that I could send off some work. I told Hayley that I'd be out for a couple of hours and that I wanted her to stay close to home while I was gone. She was watching TV and just being quietly bored when I left. When I came home, at first I didn't know where she was. I poked my head in the family room. The TV was on. Some food was out. I was about to check the back yard when I heard something thump in her bedroom.Her door was a quarter of. "Why are the buttons on the wrong side and why does this shirthave seams coming out from the sides to my chest?" They told me the seamswere there for extra support and strength. Okay. The buttons were not thatimportant were they? I said I guess not I will just have to get used to thembeing on the wrong side. Okay, one "blouse" I actually thought was a "shirt"added to my pile.Next came a shirt I did not like at all. It was very light and had shortsleeves, but the sleeves had a button on them and.