"I'm sorry," she said after about five minutes."For what?" I know you hate when I say things like that."I sighed, put my arm around her, and pulled he... in close. "You're a big girl now. You can talk the way you want to. But one of the great things about not saying fuck in every other sentence is that people know you're really pissed off when you do say it." She was just so..." Pretty much. There are people out there who think they decide what's decent or what's right. The technical term is. I am not one to brag about my size; however Janet does enough of it for me. I am about 8 inches in length and fairly thick. Anyway, as I was strokng my cock, who should come barging in but Whitney.She was clearly more scared than I was and she just stood there not knowing what to do. She than started crying and saying she should leave and how can she stay with us after seeing this and so on. I covered myself up and asked her to calm down and go ahead and get in the tub and I would as well so I. I watched while she dressed before she turned to leave the room.I collapsed into the chair, reflecting on what I had seen and what I had just done. I felt dirty and disgusted with myself. I had to admit though, that it had been the best climax I had experienced for ages and I could see the large wet patch at the front of my jeans.The following evening and also the one after, I found myself constantly looking across at the room but saw no sign of her, it left me feeling a bit down.On the next. You unzip my pants and slide your hand on my cock. You stroke it back and forth as I rub your clit. I roll you on your side as we stare at each other. My hand moves faster and faster over your pussy. Your hand moves faster and faster on my cock. You softly moan in my ear as I insert two fingers inside you. Your hand slides over the head of my cock and slides down the bottom of my shaft. You make a tight fist around my hard shaft and squeeze it slowly. I run my fingers in and out.