Thank you for reading, and please vote and leave a comment. I was much happier after pov that. I still woke with an erection and went to bed with an erection, but I quickly developed the manual skills for fast relief. I could be done and cleaned up within 5 minutes in the morning and I didn’t have to worry about morning erections at breakfast. My open fly pyjamas mysteriously disappeared in the wash the following week and Mum replaced them with shorts that had no fly. The roles were reversed at breakfast as I now had little interest in Tabatha’s thighs after a morning wank, but I kept catching Tabatha sneaking glances at my crotch. In fact, her general attitude to me changed after that. She was much more friendly and interested. She asked me things and looked very directly in my eyes when we spoke. There was an intensity in her gaze that I found disconcerting. It was like she was trying to tell me something with her eyes or testing me to see if I could read her thoughts. In the evenings I went oral to bed early and kept myself entertained for hours before drifting off to sleep. I shaved would come at least twice each night. Sometimes three times. But I never repeated the 5 in an hour of that first night. I found that if I got the first one out of the way quickly, I could have more fun with the second one. I had been so frustrated and so permanently aroused for so long that I actually enjoyed sitting on the edge of an orgasm for an hour or two. I didn’t realise until years later that this form of orgasm control is called “edging”. I became very good at it. When I came quickly, the cum just flowed out of me in pulses. But at the end of two hours of edging, the cum flew straight across the room in intense squirts. I learned to turn my head at the end so as not to give myself a facial like the first night. I didn’t like the feeling of my own cum splatting into my mouth and my nose and my eyes at high speed. One time on a Saturday afternoon, when Mum and Tabatha had gone out and I had the house Hardcore to myself for a few hours, I had an orgasm so intense that it felt like I might have broken something internally. I turned my head to the side and braced for the hail of cum. I will also make the rounds to as many of them as I can and let them know of the coming danger. “What are you saying?” Sven asked, his voice surprisingly gentle. Kara turns to me. “The house?” “This. When standing, her dead straight light brown strands reach down almost to the back of her knees. You plant the seed, you reap the fuckin’ harvest.” “And a touch of gender reassignment. "Alright, uh, Hank." While she was checking out her make-up and hair in the side mirror, a cop walked up to her window. His ongoing assault on her clit and nipples wasn’t helping her calm straight down shaved either. Plus, the rest of your disgusting, filthy crew!" I was the leader of her pack. Look what I found.” He came running out of Dad’s bedroom into the living room. Every last inch. "I’d love to work pov with you. CGB loved the smell of fire, anytime he got to watch flames devour something, he took a deep breath in to savor it. My little one, look at me as you drink of my life. I pretended I had not seen her reaction, it never got better if I tried to explain the sword handle. My heart started racing, and felt like it went right up into my throat. Jill saw the humor and laughed also. "FUCK MY TITS" she hissed as watched her fabulous mams flying further and further Hardcore off her chest. I had little concern about Arturo knowing about this room, since he lived oral a hundred miles away and would not be local if some kind of disaster struck. "It doesn't have to be about love, Holly. She was rubbing her cock on my stomach with her aggressive pelvis thrusts.