I watched as the screen turned green.From my viewpoint I could see both beds. Very soon, I could see rhythmic movements from both boys and there was a...rhythmic movement in my jeans as my hand working in and out.The two boys were almost silent. It was a very sexy, teasing show and I was very turned on.I was just settling into the show when Paul pushed back his blankets and pushed down his shorts. His great big hard cock sprang upwards, taking my breath away. I watched as he reached under his. They were cool, but soft and tender. The kiss had a gentleness and a passion; just as I might have imagined a lover. I responded. Having thought about this for so long, it was easy to be lured by what I imagined. There was a certain sexual frisson to it, and I became aroused. I responded. Eager. Lustily, though at that time I had no concept of what the term meant. The lips kissed, then sucked. The mouth moved, first kissing my neck, then my breasts. What started as soft and gentle became. The white furniture was full of my tights, pantyhose and bras.My closet was carefully organized by the clothing type. My skirtsuits and business blouses were on one end, while my dresses and mybedroom wear were in the middle and my casual skirts, dresses andtops were to the other side. The top of the closet and floor of itwere littered with shoes. It was mostly heels, but there were someflats, wedges, and pastel flip-flops in there.I selected a simple black skirt suit. I decided to wear a pair. She was obviously pretty buzzed and I was starting to get there too. Ryan was a pretty big guy - maybe 6’4” and 235 pounds, so I’m not sure how much the alcohol was affecting him. He sure seemed fine.“So, Mark,” Annie started. “I was telling Ryan about your little mishap last Sunday and he thought it was hilarious!”“What are you talking about?” I said, embarrassed.“Oh, honey. Don’t be silly. I told him I caught you jerking off in the attic and that you were watching some big-dicked freak give.