Then I started feeling like I was being watched while fucking these girls or when I was jacking off. So I decided to set up a mirror that I could look...at while fucking and see the door. And low and behold I saw that my mom was peaking in on me while I was entertaining. And not just mom, but her friends too. I actually liked being watched, I felt like I was performing. I think it made me better at sex. I decided to take it to the next level. I came home from school one day and Mom and her friend. But within a week I had completely adapted and was being thrilled by the challenge.That week was also the first in the last four years when I hadn’t had sex. Even if I had the opportunity, I was too distracted by the new demands of Johns Hopkins to give it any thought. In a way it was a sabbatical from a regimen which had previously entertained and exercised me. I hadn’t realized the changes in my mind and body. Where most young men my age were constantly lusting after females but coming up. I'm sorry you don't." Yes, I'm sure you are," James retorted. "You don't have human needs like the rest of us." You knew that when you forced me to marry you," Vicky replied, "or at least you should have. What did you expect? A loving and adoring wife? You can't make someone do something against their will and expect them to thank you for it. That is, unless they really wanted to do it all along."As she made her last remark she looked right at Beatrice."Sometimes," Vicky continued, "you start. Lisa literally leaped onto my back causing both of us to tumble awkwardly onto the bed. Lisa was clinging onto me as if her life depended on it. I twisted around to face her and put my arms around her trembling body. After a few seconds Lisa scooted her body upward on the bed until her tits were on a level with my lips. Not being one to pass up a good thing, I began to feast on her lovely delicious nipples which became hard as stone and trembled between my lips while Lisa moaned in ecstasy..