It was hell too though.All those beautiful women that I could look at,but never touch.And I had my toys of course.When Joe went to work,so did I. On m...self. And I lost count of how many different items I inserted inside myself while I brought myself to orgasm.There were bottles,there were deodourant cans which were a perfect shape ,no coincidence I'm sure,a brush,an electric toothbrush that gave me more orgasms than any man ever did or ever would.And even Joe a few times.I would always play. ’Nothing good could come from that!This was also a long time before the Internet. You looked something up in either a fifteen-pound dictionary or the 1960s version of the World Book Encyclopaedia!I did the next-best thing. I went to my older sister, Laura. At home, I caught her in her room, asking if I could talk to her about something personal. She changed from her school uniform into a pretty blouse and skirt.She had me sit down on her bed. This is my best recollection of that moment from 45. Suddenly, she turned around and stuck her tongue right down my throat. I wasted no time. My right hand was down the back of her tight pants. She was wearing a thong. I pulled the thong tight so it separated her pussy lips. My cock was so hard and it was dripping. We left the place.We drove for about 15 minutes, I was groping her and she loved it. With her one hand on the wheel, she started to use the other to squeeze my cock. She asked me to take it out. I happily obliged. For the last five. .Actually, I was feeling bad. As Thia served my dinner, I looked at her with a mixture of shame and excitement. Kids went to sleep, and I didn’t want to think how much of my rape of her mother they overheard, because, that what it was. A pure rape. So, why I was looking at her with my cock aroused? I was dominant all of my life, but this crazy moment of sadistic pleasure was new even for me. And I felt strange because part of me wanted her and kids out of my house, so I can bury myself in my.