“Elly: do you know why I did the things I did in those videos?” She nodded swiftly.“Because it makes you happy?” she afflicted the final word,...turning the statement into an unsure question.“Yep. That’s basically it,” I extended my smile for her. “Do you know how you get all tingly when you play with yourself?” She nodded, contradicting her earlier conviction, but we were past that I’d of course let it slide. “Well that’s how you make me feel every time I see you with your towel on after you. He seemed to get pleasure out of seeing me jump at his touch. The more comfortable he and I got with him touching my ass the further he went in touching and exploring, to the point of rubbing my ass crack and entrance. He seemed intent on making me cum, and I was not in any position (or mood) to argue. He reached under me to play with my balls and rub my now throbbing cock. I lifted my body to allow him greater access, which he gladly used. His rubbing and stroking of me became very. Just make sure you clean up after you’re done!” He stropped rubbing, but just kind of laughed a bit, and I went back to my bedroom, as I heard the porno keep playing. I tried to go to sleep, but the thought of him out in the living room with a huge boner, drunk as hell but stroking his prick madly, got me so aroused that I locked my door, and I went to my bathroom, leaned over my toilet bowl, and I stroked a fast but large load into the toilet, dreaming I was brave enough to rush back in there. In the confusion I remembered doing what I was doing at that very moment. I exploded into an orgasm, which Willy or Earl could see. I just plain didn't care.That orgasm helped me to fall instantly asleep. I didn't lie awake trying to figure out why I was always alone in the end. Nor did I try to improve on my plan for James Smiley, I just drifted into the oblivion of sleep.The next conscious thought I had was that I needed a shower badly. Not only did I smell bad, my body was sticky from the.