It actually felt good to be naked. Soon I was more bothered by the uneven ground that was barely visible and treacherous beneath my heels.But how fant...stically the night had begun! An endless supply of cock, cum splashing all over me. Just thinking about it made me want to come. I paused often to lean against the fence and finger myself, though not quite to climax. I wanted to get home so I could relax and do it properly.I must have walked for an hour, my feet killing me, before the sounds of. She wasn’t going to stop by on the weekend to jack me off. I missed her. And I missed Molly. Even all the pain she put me through. Em didn’t stop by my room Friday night after her date. Or Saturday.I didn’t sleep well. Every time I closed my eyes, the pressure started to weigh on me. I was trapped. Enclosed. Pressed. Suffocating. I couldn’t wait to get these casts off. Another week at least. I struggled up out of sleep and nightmares in the middle of the night to feel my sister’s hand on my. I rummaged around the closet and came back with a thin wooden paddle. When Oren saw it his eyes widened just a little bit. I circled around him and ran my hand slowly over his nice smooth, firm ass. The high moan of pleasure told me he was enjoying this more than I wanted him to. Smack! Oren gasped loudly and attempted to pull away but I delivered another swat before he could. Smack! Smack! Smack! His pale skin was beautifully rosy where Id spanked it. I licked my lips as I ran the paddle over. She saw peter as the perfect man for her. Someone who she wanted as her own. Funny, smart, loving, supportive and caring. She would be a fool to let him get snatched up by some young bimbo. She was all the woman he needed. And she would prove it. She had worn her blue coloured latex X-men battle suit and called Peter on the pretence of discussions only to drag him into one of the manors unused toilets a kissing him senseless, pasting her lips to his and panting like a bitch in heat.She had cut.