I have been jacking off to her off and on ever since I can remember.But part of my brain was incapable of understanding the situation, incapable, and ...aybe even unwilling, to see that this wasn't a dream, or a vivid fantasy I'd think when I was masturbating...This was happening, this was real.I leaned in again and kissed her myself this time.More passionately this time actually.Gropping her huge breasts as I did.My penis couldn't take it any longer.Having it so big and hard in my pants started. But look at how hard you are.” She began squeezing my cock as she spoke. Katie looked on, her face covered in curiosity and hope. “I really like my husband’s cock, Katie. It brings me great pleasure. And I like bringing him pleasure.” With that, she leaned forward and took me completely into her mouth. I laid back and gave myself over to the sensation. I had no choice. Her head moved slowly up and down my shaft. All I wanted now was to feel the sensations rolling in waves from my. I tried to feel superior by figuring that everything would catch up to Alex someday. It still hadn’t, not that I knew of. I preferred my own solitary existence most of the time. But at times like this, I had to wonder if maybe he wasn’t on to something. It’s not like I was having the time of my life now. I rarely left my apartment except to work and occasionally run errands. Maybe it was time to do things differently. Make a friend or two. Take a chance. My train of thought was interrupted by. When I asked her why she was thanking me she said that it was because my presence had given her the two orgasms. When she masturbates in the lady’s room or at home nothing happens but doing it in front of her own father was a real thrill for her. I told her that it was a thrill for me too. Tiffany suggested that we masturbate together the next day. When she saw the expression on my face she said that I could hide mine under my desk if I wanted too but that she was thinking about wearing in a.