She didn’t know how far I had gone, I hadn’t talked to her in so long but before I could say anything she pushed past me. She went to my living ro...m (which was normal) and sat on the couch. She asked me to sit with her and she told me she missed me and wanted me back. All I could think about were the BBC posters, the big black dildo, the thongs, the heels all just in the next room. She was talking and then she stopped. She started to kiss me and took off my shirt, she noticed my shaved chest. I was so focused on jerking off that I didn't even notice her come in, until she was right next to the bed. Suddenly, I was dying of embarrassment and fear. Was she going to tell Emily? Was I going to get in trouble? I frantically tried to make excuses, but I couldn't open my mouth. It turns out I didn't need to. She put a finger on my lips, and then crawled next to my naked body. "It's okay that you touch yourself. I do too, Em taught me how to do it. I'm really sorry to have stopped you, let. He looks back down at the cock and swallows again. It looks like his, and he has sometimes wondered what it would be like to taste it or even fuck himself with it.“I could use my hand, but that’s never really fun, is it?” he asks.Casey just watches the horse’s hand move down to his thick meat and start to slowly stroke the shaft. He watches the horse milk a drop of precum to the tip, making it run down the head, threatening to fall to the ground. Casey’s eyes are glued to the droplet. He. Gorgeous, smart, slightly nerdy if his t-shirts were anything to go by… the perfect man and yet he was so far out of her league it wasn’t even funny. Suppressing a sigh, she reached for her phone in her purse, thinking to text her best friend, Rose. It was something she often did while working the graveyard shift, so that at least she could gossip about how incredibly sexy Trevor was. Maybe if Rose could suggest a second topic of conversation, so that there would be something more to say after.