She grabbed my hands and wouldn’t let me. She didn’t want sex. Needless to say I had a severe case of blue balls. Reluctantly I went up to my room...and promptly jerked off. In the morning, I jerked off again. Saturday we had no plans and I didn’t phone her or knock on her door. Mid afternoon, I showered and went to the bus depot for a burger with a co-worker. When I got home, the bathroom was occupied, Dam, I really had to piss. My room had a sink, I assumed all the rooms did. I relieved myself. I took him into my mouth as best I could and sucked him clean, swallowing all that I could while I used his organ to scoop the cum from my face into my mouth. I licked my fingers for the camera while I kept my legs spread and let the scarecrow rub his semi-erect penis on my swollen pussy lips and clit. I wanted him back inside of me and reached down to pull his prick between my swollen meat flaps. He slid in again and the director kept the camera rolling as he began to once again stroke his. Hey, it’s just mutual masturbation. And it’s over the phone, so there is a certain kind of wall there. I say enjoy. Maybe someday I can work up the courage to do the same.” I could feel tears well up in my eyes. “Thanks, Sheri,” I said, holding her close. “You always know what to say to make me feel better.” I gave her a few kisses on the lips. “Of course, babe!” Sheri said as she kissed me We started to slowly kiss and feel each other up. We both had gotten very excited and turned on from me. Norma laughed her dark gruff laugh and continued. I laugh now but it was embarrassing, so freakin’ depressing. I cried for weeks. I couldn’t go out in public with out hearing the giggles and snickers and whispers. The condolences were the worst. People you thought were your friends for years turned away and avoided eye contact. Even the church pastor became suddenly cool with me. All the fucking money I gave that church and when I needed comfort the most, I got the silent treatment. You might.