ughh, yeah,” I was a thought away from shooting my whole load into her used red panties. xxx Don’t!” I could see her shadow in the door frame. I read about it.”
“You read about it? I had to defend myself – somehow – or she was going to be a little bitch about it and scream to the high hills about this whole thing. I had self-recorded myself jerking off to pictures – Polaroid photos, my own digital print-offs, photocopies of family portraits – of her. Big time. You just started to say it.” A look of hopelessness downed her face. And the next second she was back at that doorway. Her skirt and panties were done around her ankles and her pussy in clear view. “You’re sick.”
I had to say something.
