I say this because I know it for myself.”I wondered how much Frej and my parents had shared. Certainly the experience of losing a dear partner, of c...urse, and perhaps there was more pain associated with that than I even knew. From the sound of it, Frej had probably confided in them about whatever regret he was speaking of. Did it have to do with Elise? I wondered if my parents had regrets related to my dad. Had they been on good terms the day he’d had his accident? Had their last phone. I unfastened my trousers and slipped them off, leaving on my boxer shorts. There was no hiding the tent that had formed.“Este tambien,” she implored, fingering the elastic waistband of my boxer shorts.“You take them off,” I replied in English. Maria reached past the elastic waistband and grabbed my cock.“Aye! Estas muy grande!” Maria noted in Spanish as she clutched my cock in her hand.My boxer shorts quickly joined the other garmets on the floor in front of us. Maria didn’t waste any time. She. I thought about how bold she was bringing this boy in my house as I am supposed to be sleeping just down the hall. Then I thought about how perverted I was trying to catch a glimpse of them being naughty. I stood as still as I could to one side of her closet. “How would I explain this if I get caught and why didn’t I just go to my room? It is my house, if I wanted to walk around in the middle of the night, I could. This was really bad.” I heard them walk in the room and through the crack in the. Tim gave me the strangest look when I did that. I’m not sure what it meant.He asked how things went yesterday, and I told him all about my nipples and how frustrated I had been last night. He said not to worry. If nothing else, I had learned how to lose myself in self-pleasure. I argued with him about that. I didn’t lose myself. I had set my mind to a task just like any other. He didn’t believe me.I started to feel a little sick when we got up to leave. I used to calm my nerves with just a.