It's a Sunday morning back in the early 1960's, about 5:00 am, and I'm laying in bed nude, silently yanking on my throbbing erection in the dark. I'd just gotten home from delivering my newspaper route and to the best of my knowledge, my parents and younger broth ers are all still as leep. The bed sheet was pulled down, so my hand wouldn't make any noise as I furiously pumped the shaft and rubbed the sensitive glans with my thumb. My penis was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, which I collected on my left palm, then licked off, so as to not leave patches of wetness on the sheets. I knew my m… 阅读更多内容
don't delete your "favourites"
A while back, I made the mistake of culling out some videos from my "favourites". I deleted one in particular because the woman appeared to be young enough to be my daughter, and I thought it might trouble my wife if she ran across it. (Mrs Steeple is pushing sixty, and is alarmed that my interest in the Hamster website is an indication of some sort of dissatisfaction with her. Not the case!). Anyhow, a month or so ago, we stayed at a Bed & Breakfast in Northfield, Minnesota. I picked up a carry-out pizza late one evening. The young lady who waited on me looked very familiar,but I couldn't thi… 阅读更多内容