Oddly enough those two weeks also changed me as a person giving me a lot more self-confidence which came into play the afternoon I saw that Gary was carrying a guitar case. As soon as I entered our empty house I flew upstairs and flopped onto my bed thinking about ‘him’. Xnxx He was gorgeous, a bit like Marc Bolan from T Rex. So every evening I would masturbate like crazy, sometimes spending an hour or more experimenting with different positions and even shoving the handle from my hair brush, a clothes brush and even a shampoo bottle into my hole; which was great fun, in my quest for the perfect orgasm. I lay shaking on my bed trying to catch my breath for another couple of minutes until I finally composed myself and eventually changed out of my uniform into my jeans and a t-shirt. My soft palm was doing a good job, as it was a blur rubbing against the ‘bullet’ but I still needed more inside me and stopped playing with my boobs so I could pull my left leg back, which made my fingers go in even deeper.
