” He sighed. “I’m afraid your bed’s a bit of a mess too.”The idea that I was so sexy I had made a boy cum, gave me a strange, unfamiliar thr...ll, but the slimy mess on my body and sheets was a lot less pleasant.“I’ve never seen a boy cum before,” I whispered. “Does it hurt? You sounded in pain.”Mark chuckled.“It’s a kind of pain but it’s the best kind,” he said. “It’s best of all if you’re having real sex.”The wave of jealousy that surged through me took me by surprise. Mark had had several. Seeing Luke. Imagining him on his bed. In the evening - the blanket over him. Trying to get some release. His hand down in his trowsers. Massaging his prick. He may have some pictures of the girls or women around him in his head while stroking. A young girlfriend at school - or somebody he knows better, more familar. As Max mentions: every young guy is thinking about his mother, his sister, or his aunt. Me!'Are you getting wet?' Max asked me with the next message. And I couldn't deny - nor did. HAIR CUTIn those early years I never had enough money for me to afford a proper hair cut so she would do it for me. One time she had just finished her bath and decided to trim her own fringe so with just a towel slung over her shoulders she ran the scissors along her forehead. Once she had done hers she decided to do mine too and that set a trend. The next time she offered to cut my hair I insisted that she take her top off and do it bare breasted. From then on and all through our marriage she. I just kept my eyes shut and bit my lower lip and I was practically masturbating in front of this pervert. With your other hand start playing with your boobs. I started squeezing one and then the other. He then asked me to stick my nipple in my mouth and suck on it which I did. I kept fingering my tight cunny with one hand and feeding my tit to my mouth with the other. I could hear sloshing sounds come from between my legs and couldnt stop myself from moaning, which resulted in dropping my tit..