Her own ardor banked, Janet took time to see his muscles ripple as the tension built throughout his body. His hand traversed his whole shaft, his fist...mashing against his balls, then pulling the loose skin upward until only the tip was clutched by his last two fingers. Hips countering the strokes, his hand plunged downward three times for each count.“Five. Four. Three,” she matched his rhythm. There was no stopping, his fuse had been lit. “Two. One. Cum for me Brad!” she sang.And he did. The. Those got put into yet another folder.One was from the boss asking about a recent outage and what Greg had done to keep it from happening again. His boss, Marvin, was notorious for sending emails at night and he expected a reply first thing in the morning. Greg suspected this was a way to see if his underlings were getting to work on time.While composing the email to his boss, in which he detailed the purchase of several battery backups and the need for an additional server, Greg remembered the. He always checked on me to see if I had a blanket. Ever since my dad gave me the "talk" him and my brother felt that it was comfortable enough for me to see them naked. So usually they were naked around the house. I've seen both my dad and brother with hard-ons before, especially my brother in the morning with his morning wood, since he goes to sleep naked. I've seen my dad's package before since he doesn't get sex, he masturbates a lot, and he doesn't care if me or my brother sees him. Same. Still, the s**ttered moments of sheer exhilaration should not be denigrated. One morning of a trip, a friend called me early knowing that often I’m a very early riser. We long had enjoyed calling each other in part for the scratching of an itch not readily susceptible of amelioration otherwise. She could be most accomodating like the time I called when she was in bed between fucks, proceeded to recount for me in lubricious detail the activities of recent past ultimately to the delight and.