And I stood there and masturbated, looking at her, until I spurted right on the wall.I got so weak I had to put my left hand on the wall and lean ther.... And I felt awful. I was looking right at her! Peeking ... sort of! I felt like I was a pervert.And that's why I sat down at my laptop and decided to go check out a list of tumblr sites I had made that I hoped would have the kind of pictures I liked.It wasn't that I just wanted to see a bunch of naked women. I mean I did, of course. I was. Other than how much I was trying to stare at her titties, I had nothing to hide, and truth be told, I don’t even fuck around all that much. I broke it off with a crazy woman about a month back and since then its been dry as a bone. I told her that, and I think her nerves finally calmed down a little bit. It’s like I told them, if they want to have a good time with no pressure and no bullshit, I’m their man. All they had to do was say the word. The two of them left the room for about five. .It's not what he wants it's what I say he gonna do and he know it. Now no more talk start fucking...' Charlie snatched at my shorts causing me to stumble in a heap on to the mattress, hands gripped at my waist band and my tennis were stripped from my feet. Trying to clutch my shorts with one hand and fight off then numerous fingers and hands with my other was a losing battle. I soon found my self trying to curl up in a knot to protect my tender parts. Then I heard Charlie admonish me and. In the money/pizza exchange the towel would slip and reveal bare boobs and eventually fall to the floor leaving the daredevil completely naked as she barely covered up with hands and arms while clumsily retrieving the towel.But by senior year this Dynamic Daring Threesome, aka The Thriller B's, had grown older but not necessarily wiser and definitely not more mature. Always out for a laugh and a thrill, they pushed the exhibitionist envelope at school with panty-free days which invariably.