I hadn’t cum, Rachael was too fast, but that was okay. I turned her and sat her next to Lynette, then pulled Lynette up and sat down in her place. S...e didn’t turn around, just lowered herself down onto me. I just sat still as Lynette bobbed up and down on me, working herself towards her own orgasm. In her excitement, she arched her back, and craning her head around to try and kiss me, she saw our very red faced neighbours watching over the wall.Lynette did not miss a beat, she just said, “Hi!”. I moved to put my lips on hers, but she turned her head away. "We don't kiss," she hissed, "Didn't Mr. Vincent tell you?"He hadn't, but I didn't answer her. Instead, I dropped my head down so that my lips played over her breasts, and I heard her breathing quicken. Tentatively, I licked around her nipples and I felt them begin to engorge, just as I felt the rising inside my shorts."Let's get more comfortable," I urged.Gently gripping her shoulders, I lay her back across the bed. Her look was. Richard entered the room. She pivoted on the scroll-backed vanity chairand eyed him up and down. He curtsied prettily, his plump cheekspinking slightly with shame. The pathetic excuse for a man was dressedin a lightweight strapless romper with a flounced ruffle around itselasticized top. It was pumpkin orange and went nicely with the yellowslip-ons that covered his feet. He was short and pudgy, with all of hisbody hair removed. The hair on his head had been allowed to grow longand was. Das Wissen, Ihr befriedigt Euch beim Lesen meiner Masturbationsphantasien treibt mich an, verursacht Dinge in meinem Kopf, Gefühle an sensiblen Körperstellen, macht mit mir etwas. Und die Vorstellung, daß Ihr Euch vorstellt, wie ich es mir beim Lesen Eurer leckeren Geschichten selbst besorge – macht mich nur noch geiler. Rollenspiele, harte Texte, Erniedrigung, schmutzige Redensart, maßlose, sich permanent steigernde Übertreibungen… das steigert meine Lust bis ich – ja bis… das dürft Ihr Euch.