.. well..... my turn guys.....and I admit that I fantasized about several guys wanking for me and covering me with there cum and the guys in my fantas... always climaxed at least 3 times, all the more cum for me. So, as it was I was not bothered by there behavior and I kind of felt flattered that they felt comfortable enough with me next door.The Rabbit is a story in itself as it came as an anonymous gift on my 21st birthday with a very erotic card of a naked young woman lying on a coffee table. - Not good, Cynthia! - Once said in the kitchen. - If you want to learn to remember, I think you need to put up with a little discipline you feel? –2That evening I came home very confusing. The word discipline I felt it in my head. I was not sure understood what he meant. I grew up with my mother, my father was not with us: he had become an alcoholic and had made a bad end. I just remember that when I met him, crying and smelled of wine. Of course I loved him, but I was embarrassed. I thought. It all seemed so natural, even when he had placed his hand on her knee. When his hand crept up her leg she knew she should have stopped him, left the pub and never seen him again. But she didn’t. As if under some spell she allowed his hand to drift up her legs. She felt as if she were in a dream as his fingers lightly alighted on her panties. At first her legs were tightly clenched together. The man continued to engage her in animated conversation as if his wandering hand did not belong to him.. "What's wrong? It isn't anything with Jamie is it?" he growled a bit impatiently. His hips ached and his knees felt like jello with the effort of walking."No, Dad. Nothing's wrong. Everything is just fine. I wanted to call and remind you that Jamie and I are bringing dinner over tonight," James said into the receiver as he motioned for his secretary to close his office door. "I remembered, son. No need to call and remind me. It's Valentine's Day. I wouldn't forget something like that," the old.