"I know I don't have to, but I really need to." "No, what I mean is that you don't have to go upstairs to play with yourself...you could do it right h...re." If he only knew how badly I wanted the same thing. "I don't think that would be a good idea, sweetheart." I fumbled with my shirt, trying to get it turned right-side out while my brain was going haywire. "Why not? You said masturbating was beautiful, and natural, and that we didn't have to hide it from each other." "What I said was that you. I’m just curious. I mean, you’re the guy with two girlfriends—”“I was the guy with two girlfriends.”“Still,” he said, “you’ve had as many girlfriends at one time as I’ve had, period. And now you tell me that you and Susan had a thing.”If I breathe one ... measly ... word about my mother, I thought, I’ll never forgive myself. Trip was entirely too perceptive, especially with things I didn’t want to talk about. So I decided to keep him focused on what he already knew.“It wasn’t a ‘thing,’” I. Ana told me she would be fine having some fun with these men.All three black guys and my wife went into the master bedroom and I heard the door lock. I turned off the stereo and the lights and lay down on a couch. I could faintly hear the black deep voices but couldn't make out what was being said. After a bit I could hear my sweet wife starting to moan heavily and screaming in pleasure.I woke up when the sun was very high outside. I went to the bedroom and found my sweet Ana naked, on top of. Finally end up in English class. I waited as my eyes were glued to the clock on the wall. Not even a minuet left then I was off to band class. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a band geek, it’s just the only class I look forward too, and it’s not because of the stupid music or the instruments either. The same moment the bell rang, I was half way out of my seat and on my way to the band room. I strutted threw the crowed, talking to the few female friends I had. As we entered the room, we separated.