You go to bed with abonner, you wake up with a bonner, you don't wear underpants and your dickslightly brushes your thigh, brace yourself a bonner is ...oming up. Butthere is this beautiful thing called masturbating. I do it all the time, inthe shower, before bed, in the morning, even in the school stalls, there isjust no stopping. One day I was in my bedroom, minding my own business, in other wordsjerking off when I heard my stepfather's truck pull over on the driveway,"Well he's awfully early.. John, on the other hand, is often hard to read. He can be sweet, but other times he is distant and barely pays attention to anything. Which, to be perfectly honest, hasn't been all bad. I've come to accept the fact that John is probably fooling around on the side. It's not like I can really complain since I'm getting his son's cock on a regular basis. It just hurts to know that he's not willing to either come clean or go ahead and make me his next ex-wife. I've learned to live with it, for the. Pulling his fingers out, he wipes them on her stomach, and then rubs them on her lower lip. He stands up, and pulls of his briefs, exposing his rock hard 7 inch cock. He leans over her face, knowing all too well, that she wants his cock. He rubs it on her lower lip, rubbing his pre across it. “You want this, don’t you pup? You little cockwhore, you want this cockmeat to fill every hole in your body, don’t you?” She whimpers and nods, as he rubs his dick on her lip, and cheeks. Sliding his hard. It was this last one I used to my advantage to start with. She was knelt with her back to the wall and I pressed my crotch to her face, forcing the back of her head against the wall and smothering her face. She could feel my hard cock through the fabric of my trousers and when I commanded her to sniff, she began to do so, sniffing in the scent of my arousal. I could see her fingers begin to twitch at her side and she raised one and made to grasp at my cock. I slapped her face hard. I had not.