I poured myself a glass of wine, and decided to forget about the incident. I didnt give it another thought until Scott visited a couple of months late.... We chatted, as usual, while we ate a take-away meal, with me drinking a couple of glasses of wine, and him a couple of beers. I told him that he could watch a video, if he wanted to, while I took a bath. I was getting undressed, while the water was running, when the memories of the previous visit came back to me. I put my hand on the door. "Any weapons in here?" he asks. See for yourself, I reply. He lets out a hard breath as he reaches around with his hands and finds my now hardened cock with his right hand and my balls with his left. I don't remember being able to feel myself when I bought these slacks, but I'll be sure to go get another pair. The fabric slides easily across my skin and the cut of the pants gives lots of freedom. Maybe I'll buy two more pair. I'm kinda chilly, I tell him. Can I get my jacket from the. As I began to whap my tally-whacker a chill went through the room. I could hear moaning down stairs and I thought "Making biscuts huh? yeah sure you are" the thought of Sandy masturbating got me even harder and I was soon shooting my load, a pearly stream onto the floor. I turned to get a cloth to wipe it up, but when i turned back it had already soaked into the carpet, "Oh well' I thought to myself. I placed a log in the fire and climbed into bed, the portrait kept starring at me, it was so. After that I became obsessed with her story, as crazy as it was, I had to know the truth. What was it that had really happened? The local paper had her biography on file and was happy enough to give me a copy. It wasn't hard to do some checking from there. She was telling the truth, there were no records of her prior to five years ago or so. No birth records at the hospital she was supposedly born in, no one had heard of her parents or knew what had happened to them, none of the schools she had.