He stood silently by slowly stroking his cock as visions of Harley’s big cock danced in his head.I’m not a cocksucker, I’m not a cocksucker Step...an thought over and over. Yet he continued stroking his cock as he watched Harley’s big cock plowing her mother’s cunt. Then there were grunts, groans, moans, and screams, as if by magic, all in the room seemed to orgasm together, including Stefan.After a much needed, break and refreshments, it was time for another round of sex. This time Harley wanted. I grabbed some of my clothes threw it in a bag and left the house all while she was calling to me but I just kept walking. A week went by, I must have gotten 200 calls text voicemails emails the works, but in that week I never answered her once. I had a lot to think about and mule over, and things really stared to make sense. Lilith was the favourite not because she was younger but because she was biologically theirs, my aunts and uncle treated me like an outcast because to them I probably. " "I thought you would. I will tell you everything but you must promise me one thing - can you do that?" "Anything." "Good, no wanking until I get home on Wednesday. Think you can do that?" "You must be kidding, I feel I'm going to burst as it is."Jane laughed. "I can imagine but, if you promise to keep your hands off yourself... well, you'll see." "Okay, okay," I agreed. I thought if I had a sly wank she'd never know. But would that be cheating? "That's a good cuckold. Do you like me calling. I could not make my mind up if her teasing was just that, or contained a kernel of truth. I had a problem, probably I was fantasising, but the idea that Ann could possibly view me as a prospective man in her life kept running around in my head. I dismissed it every time the thought came to me, as nonsense, but it kept recurring. That last remark; no, not the one about a hard-on; but when she gave me her telephone number. "There's my number, call me!" There was an imperative in her voice when.