He had opened up the double frame, and on the right side was a small photo of him and Val together at the beach in their outdated, odd-looking swimsuits. pussy The faded black-and-white picture had been taken about six months after John's unexpected late-night sexual encounter with Val had taken place. While Sharon was taking the picture with Val's camera, John and Val had been standing side-by-side, very close together. And John had playfully reached down behind Val's back, and grabbed a handful his sister's butt. And that's when Sharon had snapped the picture, catching Val with a look of total surprise on her face. Inside the photo frame on the left side was a single dollar bill, with the words "YOU WON!" written in large letters across it. When John saw the dollar bill, he had just sat there for a while, as he had struggled to fight off the tears that were welling up in his eyes. Val took her secret, incestuous, adolescent sexual encounter to her asian grave with her. And John had also intended to do the same. But right now, it was a little bit after 4 o'clock on a sunny Saturday afternoon. And John was standing in front of the vanity, in the main bathroom at his and Jan's home, with his pants and girl underwear pulled down around his thighs, as he was stroking himself towards another one of his hard-fought-for orgasms. Ever since his adolescent clandestine "one-night stand" with his slightly-older twin sister, it had always been very difficult for John to build up his sexual excitement level to a point where it would actually trigger him to orgasm. He assumed that it was just the way that his body was "wired." The thought never occurred to John that his orgasmic difficulties might be mentally and emotionally-related, and actually be the direct result of his extremely embarrassing premature ejaculation onto Val's vulva, that night in his bedroom. And John would have never believed that his continued regular use of Val's panties as a masturbation aid--coupled with his persistent mental "re-living" of his secret sexual encounter with Val--had only served to exacerbate and extend his "orgasmic build-up" problem. But in John's case, this was exactly what was happening. The fact is, that before that "special fetish night" with Val took place, John's orgasms had always been pretty much "hair-triggered," just like they are for many young boys. But be that as it may, this afternoon in the bathroom was no different than any other time that John had ever masturbated as an adult. And John was just thankful for the fact that he was actually capable of achieving an orgasm--even though he always had to struggle to reach that "goal." Unfortunately, John's penis would always "pay the price" for his orgasms, by taking a beating in the process, bitch and getting pretty raw. This was only made worse by the fact that John's fully-erect penis was a short one, by almost anyone's standards. "You're too kind! He was already growing a asian nice crop of hair. Julie pussy took my dick out of her mouth just long enough to say, “Good morning to you, Baby.” and went right back to deep throating me. The big man put on rubber gloves, and proceeded to rub the cream into each fetish area of body hair. She thought of suicide and then her mind snapped again as Animal asked again, "HAD bitch ENOUGH?" The orgasm felt better with the crossbar pressing on my clit. Emily lay her head upon Veronicas shoulder in resignation and allowed her legs to fall apart, and Veronica found her hand full of fresh warm cunt flesh. She started jotting down notes and numbers frantically. Both had left the apartment in short skirts and loose tops, without underwear. I knew that I should not be doing this or even allowing it to happen. Since then I had seen more of Amy’s daughters’ bodies than I could ever have imagined. “ Sister Julia! I felt my breast rise up and I knew my nipple was over the top of girl the towel.