It wasimpossible to imagine himself as anything other than a short, skinny,man.It struck him that perhaps he could do something about that and withtre...bling hand (never a good way to start), he reached for his razor.He placed the head of the razor against his chest and was about to drawit across.What was he doing?"What! Are you some kind of a pervert or something?" he said aloud andhe replaced the razor into its holder behind the taps on the sink.He sank into the bath, numb.Why was this. ..I shouldn't do this. I have so much to do. I probably couldn't even have another orgasm right now anyway.Her pussy told her otherwise. Slipping into memories of the previous night, Jennifer began to masturbate.She drove home from the restaurant, Mike following in his car. Her nipples, unconstrained by a bra, were at full attention. Her pussy, bare under her skirt, was wetting the seat.Jennifer opened the front door of the house, let Mike in, and closed it. Immediately, he pressed her up. But she had more pressing problems - including long, hard, rod of flesh which intimidated her almost like a spear of folded steel. She squirmed and groaned as Jake's cock-head grazed her labia, heading for her welcoming, wet depths. He growled a primal sound of satisfaction as he felt his shaft slide home into her love-hole. The adjustable chair reclined a little as he covered Miranda with his body, pumping fiercely and fast.Yet even as he fucked Miranda furiously, he spoke to his wife.. It’s my right, after all, as the injured party)? In fact, other than a single close call, where I’d told a bed time story to a certain someone that might have toed the line of what was proper behavior and what wasn’t, I’d been as close to perfect as it was possible for me to be. Certainly, playing with myself while chatting online when the other person is unaware of what you are doing, doesn’t count. No emotional or physical connection. The timing is purely co-incidental, am I right? And that.