I knew I had to go to the bathroom and stroke myself and get in the right mindset. I went out of the room and left my wife sucking this guy's dick. I ...ouldn't even remember his name. I stroked myself for about a minute and a half to get hard. I heard moaning constantly from the other room and it was really annoying and made me feel weird. Finally I got hard again, close to the point of orgasming so I'd be maximally hard, and went back out there. I was shocked to see my wife lying on top of the. ---------------------------------------------------------------------August 16th, 2006It's mid summer, but I can't feel the heat down here (I couldn't feel the cold in winter, either). Every day is the same. Every day I'm still locked in chains. Every day I'm still in the dungeon. God, it makes me hot!I teeter between hope and despair as I think of how it would be if this were a life sentence. Hoping at the excitement of the prospect, despairing at how it would affect me were it really. As I came to a bit more I realised that Brian was on top of me and after all the hours of teasing he was obviously keen for some relief but didn't care that I was sleeping. I lay there silently wondering what to do as my brain pieced together that Brian had his boxers around his knees, and as he lay between my thighs his rock hard teenage cock was sliding up and down my young slit while he sucked really hard on one of my tiny nipples. He was clearly enjoying himself as he used me for his. “What?” she asked, giggling because of his laughter.Managing to sit his almost-empty cup down, Morales wiped his eyes. “Think about it,” he wheezed. “Sir, I have become a telepath, but I am having trouble documenting my research because my orgasms keep interfering.”That resulted in her trying to tickle him and that resulted in... A little over an hour later, they had sat to eat when he looked over at his bride. “Well, did you manage to do any research then?” he asked, knowing that she.