“But you did invade my privacy, and by your own admission were naughty. So you deserve a sore bottom.” She nodded sheepishly at this. “Yes, sir....Sorry sir.” I asked her for a glass of water, which she dutifully fetched from the kitchen, her bare feet sticking to the linoleum flooring. As she returned, and placed the glass on the dresser with a faint clink. I leaned forward and grabbed her by the wrist. With a strangled yelp, more of surprise than pain, she allowed herself to be guided into my. Mary’s hands drenched in his cum and lube, she began to work on Tom’s stiffness as he continues to play with her pussy and breasts, as I work on Steve. Enjoying ourselves it is not long before three are moaning together, Tom’s climax building as he stands over Mary as her hands caress him and her breasts, Steve moans and hardness in my hand knowing that it will be an explosive climax for all three. I continue to stroke and Steve’s cock as I watch Mary and Tom, as is Steve and Bruce. Soon. It was more the lack of physical ‘self-abuse’ variety. The doctor explained to Jason's mum, in his best bedside manner, that at Jason's age, hormones are rampant and that a lot of young men produced an excess of seminal fluid, particularly if they had already developed a fondness for masturbation, which, if not addressed at fairly regular intervals could quickly build up and cause a painful, bloated feeling in the lower abdomen. "How fascinating," said Mrs Jackson. "I knew it wasn't. His face lit up and I nudged it towards him. He smiled and me and I smiled back, but my smile was for a whole other reason. I knew this wasn't even close to his real present. He opened the box and found a very beautiful watch. It was exquisitely made and his eyes were as wide as his smile, so I knew he loved it as much as I thought he would. He pulled my close and held me tight. "It's perfect Cariad! Just like you! Seriously! How did I get so lucky?" I smiled my award-winning smile at him, "it.