I closed my eyes and grabbed one out of the closet. I did the same with my shirt and tie. It didn’t make a difference. I got dressed and rushed into...the kitchen.Riley was still there. She smiled at me tentatively and I did my best to smile back. She placed a steaming bowl of oatmeal on the table and I sat down.“Thank you,” I muttered.“You’re welcome,” she said. She turned back to the kitchen door.“Riley, please don’t leave me. I’m sorry,” I said in a rush, half rising from the table.“I won’t. The food was excellent, but the conversation was not as comfortable. Cindy was embarrassed about our driveway conversation two weeks earlier. She finally said, "I owe you a better explanation than I gave you in the car."Sex always scared me. Maybe it was the way I was brought up, or maybe it was just me. I thought things would be different when I went to college. I would meet Mr. Wonderful and my hang-ups would disappear as we lived happily ever after."In the real world you don't lose your. She was the one who thought of making the trip to visit Allie in the first place. Both women turned and looked quizzically at me. Like they had to guess. "I’ll..try to be a good boy." I said with mock-piety matching Allie’s mock-seriousness. "Now what?" "Let’s get naked!" Allie squealed, and began to pull her tight T-shirt over her head. A little background here. Eve and I have been together for years, and have the perfect marriage. Both of us are nymphomaniacs, although the proper term for a. It swelled and jerked and a huge glob of sperm erupted from it and shot up into the air, hitting the dash board of the truck. It was immediately followed by another one, and then another. Now it was no longer shooting in the air, but spurting more weakly, just flow-ing over Lennie's hand and dripping onto my groin. Lennie was still stroking it, her hand covered in jism, slick and wet. I had grunted with each spurt of sperm and only now began to relax and quieten down. My cock was still rigid.