Do you jack-off a lot?"My sister was now asking me how much I beat-off."Well, some, sure, you know, boys do it some, I guess a fair amount?" Like how ...any times a week, three, four?"I laughed."What's so funny?" and I told her it's more like three or four times a day."Wow, that much? Have you done it yet today? You're hard so maybe not, huh?" Um, once this morning before I got up, then after breakfast in the shower." Twice, wow, I thought you guys got all soft and floppy after." Maybe when I get. Clenching her fists in the faded flannel gown she was wearing, she paced nervously, feeling her heart thunder against her ribs when she saw his car pull slowly into the driveway. Rushing out to greet him, heedless of the pouring rain, she pulled him into an embrace. When she smelled a slight hint of perfume, she masked her anger, just thankful he was alive. Breaking their embrace, she turned and headed into the house without a word to him. Once inside she pushed her long brown hair out of her. Then she swallows his cock and sucks up and down some more. Marvin’s cockhead has expanded and is now a deep purple color, fully engorged. He is moaning and gasping "oh gawd, that’s good" "don’t stop" "don’t stop" "more, more" "yeah, babe suck, suck" "jeez you’re killing me." Obviously, Marvin is loving it! Me too actually. The sight of him getting a blow job has caused a reaction in my pants and my boner is pressing hard against its confines. I’d better not take it out though as the big guy. As I walked down the corridor, scanning the doors for the room I was looking for, the moaning got louder and was coming from a door that was propped open, slightly ajar. I looked up at the door and, sure enough, the number was the same one as written on the coaster.I stood by the door, wondering what I should do next. I quietly stepped in through the door and closed it behind me. The moaning was quite distinct now and was becoming more urgent. Curiosity got the better of me, and I risked a.