posted by sooyup
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Daily trivia,
One-on-one
I can’t remember when (if ever) I last gave myself a DIY hand-job while Emma was in the house. It felt a tad furtive, but needs must. Emma had been fine all day. And without actually being dressed to kill, she had looked appetising in a see-through blouse and a short skirt. We’d exchanged the usual I-love-you pleasantries throughout the day, and I’d pulled her close a few times, to press her tits against my chest and my cock against her groin. We’d even talked about a photo-shoot at the weekend. (Our friends C&F are away and wouldn’t be calling round to disrupt our plans.) Then, out of the blue, Emma suddenly felt quite queasy and was sent to bed without any supper, leaving me with an erection which wouldn’t go away. So with Emma fast asleep upstairs, I took myself in hand. I felt quite guilty about this, but a stiff cock has no conscience. And in my defence, at least it was a slide-show of Emma sucking me off that I watched as I brought myself to a clandestine climax.
I can’t remember when (if ever) I last gave myself a DIY hand-job while Emma was in the house. It felt a tad furtive, but needs must. Emma had been fine all day. And without actually being dressed to kill, she had looked appetising in a see-through blouse and a short skirt. We’d exchanged the usual I-love-you pleasantries throughout the day, and I’d pulled her close a few times, to press her tits against my chest and my cock against her groin. We’d even talked about a photo-shoot at the weekend. (Our friends C&F are away and wouldn’t be calling round to disrupt our plans.) Then, out of the blue, Emma suddenly felt quite queasy and was sent to bed without any supper, leaving me with an erection which wouldn’t go away. So with Emma fast asleep upstairs, I took myself in hand. I felt quite guilty about this, but a stiff cock has no conscience. And in my defence, at least it was a slide-show of Emma sucking me off that I watched as I brought myself to a clandestine climax. 
