It has nothing to do with you or the kids." So you are going to pull a Brandy?" I could hardly speak my heart was pounding thru my chest."NO, what Bra...dy did was wrong. This is not cheating because I am being very open about what is going on. We talked about this last month." Lisa you are splitting hairs. This is wrong, and cheating no matter what you say. I am asking, no telling you as your husband of 12 years and father of your children, to stop this nonsense. I think you need a medical. Emily is absolutely stunning. She’s actually what a stereotype cheerleader looks like. She had bright blue eyes and blonde hair that fell down to her shoulders. Emily was probably a C cup and had a lovely toned stomach and tight ass. She had a bag with her and headphones in. She walked over to a bench and put her bag down, giving me a good look up her skirt right at her cheerleader panties. My dick started to get hard when she turned and gasped.“Cameron?!? What are you doing here?” Emily. Yes, most of us will experience it to varying degrees as we stumble, squeek or blithely shuffle over, under, around and through life’s little challenges. Somewhere from the deep recesses of my mind during that testing exercise, “Onomatopoeia” popped up.Of course, it slithered into my audio response in its phonetic equivalent because I had been instructed to concentrating on the letter “A”. Needless to say, that answer confused my evaluation guru because she had no idea what I could be talking. I would watch a video of one guy blow another guy, or watch a group of guys force feed some cocksucker and then cum all over his face and chest. My cock would get as hard as steel and I would quickly shoot my hot wad halfway across the room. I always imagined I was the guy sucking those cocks. Servicing those hard men and taking what they had to give. I watched the porn occasionally at first and once I got my balls off, I was good for a week or two. However, this became more and more frequent.