Almost every night he’d finally jack off, shooting his cum into an old rag of a T-shirt he kept in the back of the drawer in the table that held the...lamp and clock.This night Chester stood entranced by the size of Andy’s dick. It seemed to be a reflection of his body style: long and slim. He reached into the opening of his pajamas and felt his own, much smaller, erection.A rare boldness made itself known to Chester and he placed his hand on the door, but hesitated. Desire prevailed and he. My eyes were trying to adjust and then I saw her, it was Pam. She was standing in the doorway yelling at her mother. ‘You fucking old cunt, that is my man, and my cock. You don’t care about my feelings you slut’. ‘Pam, I’m sorry, I don’t know how it happened, after your father died, I was so lonely, it just happened.’ My wife looked at me, then back at her mother. She came into the room and landed a right to Debbies face. She lunged at me and landed on the bed. I grabbed her by the wrist and. Save that for later.”Val sat up and pulled his boxers over his root, making a tent. As he and Sessie got dressed, she asked him if he had the marked currency.“Yes. Right here.”He raised a hundred dollar bill with “Darrell” written in small letters in one corner.Arriving at the gas station down the street from where they live, Val turned his cell cam on.“Hey, Darrell. This is the money you sent,” Val said into the camera, bringing the hundred into view.Val then panned to his wife. “Say hi,. ” she started.David interrupted her, “You will be punished.”“Oh just take the time and cost of materials out of my wages,” she offered, “I understand that I have to pay for my mistakes.”“Oh no. It isn’t that easy. If this had been practice I would have had the costs but not the disappointment. Your punishment is to make you remember in future, not to reimburse me for the cost of your error.”Wendy stared at him for several seconds then ventured, “What punishment?”“Your mistake was a childish.