.bye. Well damn it I thought, I stood there pants on the ground and the CB3000 locked around my best friend. What the Hell am I going to do I thought.....OH the home made porns...yee haa..I can't jerk off but I can still watch my beautiful wife getting the shit fucked out of her. I pulled up my pants and as I heard her car drove off I ran up stairs to her secret hiding place. I opened the drawer and moved her sweaters so I could open that little box. I popped it open and the movies where gone !!. ” I tell her I will look around while I wait, and she said if there is anything she can help me with please let her know. I wander through the bras looking at them one by one. Picking one or two and then putting them back with a sigh. Pam hears me and walks over and says, “ why the sad face?” Here it is, the moment I tell her I am shopping for myself and trust she will not freak out and try to get me out ASAP or trust she will be professional and help me. “I like to wear bras and when I shop. Slowly, so as not to make any noise, I would run my hand along my cock. I wanted to throw back my covers and reveal my erection. I wanted to grab my cock and pump it, moaning loud enough to wake my roommate. I wanted him to look over and see me tensing with pleasure. I wanted him to get out of bed, stand over me, pull down his boxers, and jerk along with me. I wanted him to watch me shoot my load on my chest. I wanted to lock eyes with him and feel his warm cum rain down upon me. I wanted him. It’s fine to talk about theory, but actual practice has a way of catching you unaware, like a science demonstration in school that goes wrong. In theory I’m not possessive, but I can see myself getting upset if you were to go and kiss someone else right now. But in the longer term, once we’ve built our relationship, then no I don’t believe I’m a possessive person. ‘Caron and I spoke about this often. We trusted each other absolutely, completely, totally. We both could, and did, go away for.