Finish whatever it was you were doing, get cleaned up, and then come downstairs when you're ready. Don't make me come back up to get you do you hear me?" I nodded like an eager puppy and watched as she left the room. Once she had gone, I collapsed onto the floor with relief and rolled onto my back. Holy shit, that had been way too close for comfort. Idiot. I took a long slow deep breath as my heart thundered away in my chest. What was the number one rule of masturbation again? Yeah, dipshit. Never ever get caught jerking the gherkin by your own Mother. That would be the absolutely WORST thing ever. Staggering to my feet, I turned to look at my reflection in the wardrobe mirror and winced. Seriously. What the fuck do you look like, dude. I was as white as a sheet and still shaking with nervous relief. It was then I felt the squishy gloop inside my shorts and closed my eyes in embarrassed disgust. Terrific. This was just great. My crotch was completely soaked and I could feel my thick creamy spend oozing around my wilting dick and empty ball sack. I slapped my forehead with the palm of my right hand wondering how I could asian have been so stupidly careless. You utter asshole, Peterson. Making a face, I carefully grabbed the front elastic of my boxers between finger and thumb and stretched it out so I could see the mess for myself. Whoa. Look at that. I frowned at the state I was in. Oh, good grief, GROSS. But the spunky mess down below wasn't the thing that was bothering me. Nope. Apart from the dull ache, the amount of spunk I was shooting was getting ridiculous. For the past week or so I had gone from filling a decently sized teaspoon to easily topping off one of Mom's three-inch whiskey glasses with each load. Muttering to myself, I grabbed a clean pair of shorts and waddled to the bathroom like an arthritic duck to clean myself up so I could go down and get japan something to eat. Maybe there really was something wrong with me. Maybe puberty was working overtime and had screwed around with my hormones or something. No way was the amount of spunk I was Hardcore shooting normal even though it made my orgasms last so much longer. But I knew I couldn't go on like this. In the past week, I had been jerking off at least three times a day just to get some sort of relief. I was exhausted and spent half my time walking around in a weird sort of dazed happy funk after each illicit wanking session. Even sitting in class had become uncomfortable especially with you-know-who big cock sat a couple of rows in front japanese of me. I shut the bathroom door and stared at my five foot eight, unkempt dark brown hair and slightly over-weight reflection in the mirror and knew what I had to do. I had no choice. I''d have to tell Mom. Twenty-four hours later, I found myself wide-eyed with embarrassment sat next to her in the waiting room of our local Surgery cursing myself at my continued stupidity. You big fucking dope. Why the hell did you open your big fat mouth and tell her you think you had some sort of "man problem" when you had gone back down for tea yesterday? You KNOW what she's like. Should he cut off her hair and keep it as a souvenir and dispose of the body? Feeling a little bad he had made his sister strip for him Newlyn replied, "I am sorry. After about 5-6 weeks of chatting we decided asian to exchange pictures to be able to put faces to names. "What?" gasped Erica. His Hardcore camp was about a mile and a half from the road in a copse of trees near a small stream. "You got japanese lucky, girl! My husband grabbed a large, fluffy towel and wrapped me up in it. I had to admit to her that I do and told her about liking to expose myself. When we were finished, we asked Alex if big cock he was ready to japan jack off for us. You’ve... you’ve ruined my life.” Although we were gasping for it, and needed to Her legs jerked against the restraints and her body arched. I scowled at them and they burst into giggles. I want everyone in vests and I’ll speak to Mulvaney down in the armory for enough shotguns for everyone. “Sure, and… Most likely not. My heartbeat drummed loudly in my ears, its accelerating gallop sounding in my ears, pulsing against my temples.