. Or when I would masturbate while he slept trying not to wake him. That memory, in turn, brings back the memories of me waking to the bed gently sh...king and turning to find him stroking his dick. And that is what was happening right now. OOOOOOooooo nice! I could see he was in full swing of his morning ritual. Did he realize that the sun lit up his room light a floodlight. I could not look away. .. And neither could the two girls next door. I could hear one yelling to the other that she. “Mr. White, do you have a moment?” Karla asked in that maple sweet voice of hers.“Karla, you’re here early. I have many moments, what’s on your mind?” I replied.“Well sir, I believe our cases got mixed up last night when we left. I ended up with your laptop and I think you have mine.” Karla murmured.“Oh, sorry about that. I haven’t used mine since leaving last night, if you check behind the door there it should be in its case if you want to change them out again.”Karla rapidly replied “No sir,. She was almost there, started to say "Uh… uh… uh… ahhhhhh AHHHH… I felt my climax building, building more, and suddenly I croaked out "uuuuu" and the cum rushed out my dick; the first shot went straight up and landed on her leg, the rest ran out and down over her hand. That drove her over the edge, she almost screamed and lurched as she cummed. I felt a gush of pussy juice flow over my pubic hair, down around my cock and then running over my balls. I was drenched. Sharon scooped up my. I’m not into worshiping the opposite sex, or the same sex, for that matter. I see both men and women as tragically flawed creatures. That’s what fascinates me about them. Instead of elevating either one, I debase both. My way of guaranteeing equality of the sexes. The story that I am about to tell you involves a couple whose private life is definitely on the unusual side of the force. The husband, Mike Haverhill, is a tall and good-looking black man in his early twenties. He attended a state.