The week leading to Friday dragged, and every time I set eyes on Rebecca in the morning made it worse. I don't know how many times I masturbated in the evenings but it was unhealthy for a forty-two-year-old man. All I could see when I lay down on the bed was a writhing teenager ploughing her pussy with her fingers and bringing herself off. At least, the day had finally arrived and I ate
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