In Jalal's own voice I said "sometimes guys use porn or erotic thoughts to jerk themselves off to". "However often the thought of pleasuring ones own ...ody is erotic enough". I leaned back some more in my chair and put my right foot flat on the top of his upper leg. I then put my left foot flat on his other leg's knee. I then announced "so begin to masturbate yourself". Jalal tried with all his might to fight it I could tell by reading his mind. Jalal gritted his teeth and tensed up his. I was beginning to get the message. This was going to be a fun night.“My name’s almost the same as yours,” said the girl on my left. “I’m Tonya, women’s basketball. I’m tall enough that I don’t have to stand on a phone book to do you standing up.” I laughed as all three of us made it to the dance floor. We started rocking out, but it didn’t take long before two more girls cut in on Rachel and Tonya who both kissed me again soundly before they parted. Inside of an hour, I’d danced with at least. She didn't appear to be anything but her old cheerful self. Well, not exactly cheerful since she had a doozy of a hangover.Later that night, I jerked-off many times to the images of my mother having her pussy hammered by Kevin. I knew it was wrong because a son should never think of his mother in that way, but I couldn't stop the arousal I felt growing in my body.It was Thursday evening when Kevin rang my house to see if he could sleep over again. He said he had the new computer game I talked. So, I teased him by stroking, caressing and kissing his beautiful knob for a few minutes, until he suddenly leaned on and whispered that he wanted to come into my booth and fuck me. Of course I accepted the deal, as I shivered…When this black man entered my booth, I was still on my knees wanting to continue teasing him to make this excitement last for a long while.But this guy had his own plans. He pulled me up, turned me around making me put my both palms against the wall and he pulled my tiny.