เมียน้อย karma rosenberg

And of course, I told him that it was "okay with me"--which was a huge understatement on my part. What I was really hoping at that very moment, was that Chris would change his mind about leaving. I wanted him to pull his pants back down, and have sex with me again, right there on the spot--because, believe it or not, I could feel my dick already starting to "grow" inside my pants again. And we were still in my bedroom, with the bedroom door closed and locked. But instead, Chris opened the bedroom door, and I followed him into the living room, and we simply said our goodbyes to one another. But right before Chris stepped out of the front door of my house to walk back home to his, he assured me that he was fine with us just jacking each other off for now, until I finally became more comfortable with the whole situation, and let him know that I was ready to start trying other things. And with that, he left my house. Meanwhile, I was still feeling so horny and mentally excited from what had just taken place between Chris and me, that I went straight back to my bedroom, closed and locked my bedroom door behind me, retrieved my hidden stash of "visual masturbation aids"--which at this point in my life, took the form of mostly Hustler and Penthouse men's magazines--and I stared at the photos of the naked, spread-legged women's pussies, while I got naked from the waist down myself, and then jacked off my already fully-erect dick. But unfortunately, due to my exceptionally high level of mental sexual excitement, that post-Chris's-departure-from-my-house jack-off session still didn't "do the trick" for me. I just kept on getting spontaneous boners throughout the rest of the afternoon. And I also couldn't help but think about what Chris had meant when he had told that we would eventually be "trying other things" together. After I finished eating supper with Mom that evening, I big excused myself from the dinner table, being very careful to hide the very-noticeable bulge at the front of my pants from my mother. And I ended up having to make a beeline for the bathroom, so that I could jack myself off once again--if for no other reason, than to try to get rid of the "boner from hell" that just didn't seem to want to go away, on its own. tits And while I was standing up in front of the bathroom sink, and staring at the blood-engorged head of fetish my own dick in the bathroom mirror, as I was stroking away at it like a madman, all I could think about was Chris's super-sexy-looking, drastically-flared-out dick-head; and those gigantic balls of his; and especially his awesome "volcanic" sperm-release. And while I was orgasming and squirting my sperm all over the sink, I was vividly imagining that I was rubbing my dick-head up against Chris's, and then ejaculating my sperm all over the head of Slave his dick. It wasn't until immediately afterwards that I realized that I had just hit a "masturbation milestone." This was the very first time in my life when I had not experienced a single thought about girls or women--or about their nipples, or about their pussies--the whole time that I was jacking myself off. Instead, all I had ended up thinking about was my best friend's dick. It didn't matter that I wasn't gay, or that I wasn't actually in love with Chris. All that really mattered was that I was "in love with" his penis. And I quickly decided that I could live with that--just as long as Chris was "in love with" my penis, too (and not in love with me ). And judging from my first two sexual encounters with him, I was fairly certain that this was the case. The bad news was that after I had finished jacking myself off and I had left the bathroom, the head of my dick was rubbed raw, and feeling very sore to the touch. But the good news was that I finally felt sexually satiated, which meant no more spontaneous boners. And that was a very good thing, because I was finally mistress able to stop thinking about sex--at least, long enough so that I could concentrate on getting my school homework done. And of course, that very next morning, despite my still-sore dick-head, I found myself looking forward to Round 3 with my special horny friend. MILESTONE 3 Surprised by a Horny Friend At the end of our one-week-old secret sexual relationship, my horny male friend surprises me--twice... Chris and I got together to have sex every afternoon during that very first week of our secret sexual relationship. And Rounds 3, 4, 5 and 6 with Chris ended up being pretty much carbon copies of Round 2. In other words, after school, Chris and I would meet up to take the city bus home together. And then after walking from the bus stop up that steep hill to my house, we would go straight to my bedroom, making sure to lock the bedroom door behind us. Then we would play with our own pants-covered crotches in front of each other, until both of our penises became fully-erect. At that point, we would both get naked from the waist down, and then proceed to feel out and play with each other's bare genitals, before finally jacking each other off. And no matter whether I liked it or not, I was always the first one to orgasm. The biggest difference between these subsequent sexual encounters and Monday's Round 2 was that at the beginning of Tuesday's Round 3, I decided to share a few Hustler, Penthouse, and Playboy magazines from my hidden stash with Chris. “Ugh fine. She knew she was attractive, even hot; she couldn't go this long without knowing it. I woke up with the bed bouncing up and down. “Yes.” Seth and Rose couldn’t see anything. “What the hell are you talking about, Amy? "Just hold my penis in your hand and start stroking it" he said and moaned as his daughter loosely held his mistress rod and stroked it. Within minutes he was asleep fetish and snoring. "Then I will have Slave to warm you up when we get to the hotel," Julie replied as she accelerated hard along the country roads. Did she use them when you knew her before?” What I didn't recognised about her was tits her long legs big and breasts that were bursting out of her tight top. And not Ronnie……… Now if you got some other woman on the side……..