1. A Helping Hand from an Overly-Nice s****r (Part 1)


    Date: 9/16/2017, Categories: First Time, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    &#034I can call up Cynthia for you, you haven't talked to her in a few days, I don't think.&#034 She blurted out. Her suggestion surprised me to the point that I could believe she meant it in the way I was thinking. I shook my head. &#034No, we broke up,&#034 I said. Even if we’d still been together, Cynthia wouldn't have been interested in helping me out in that way, anyway. &#034Oh. I'm sorry. I thought you were together last week.&#034 &#034We were. We broke up on the phone a few days ago.&#034 I didn't want Mandy to know it had probably been because Cynthia was disturbed by my hands being burned for weeks, but I could tell she suspected it anyway. &#034Oh. Sorry,&#034 she said, obviously feeling more guilty that before, even. &#034That's fine,&#034 I said, picking some random Cubs game as she flipped around, mostly just wanting her to go. &#034I'll let you know if I need anything else.&#034 &#034Okay.&#034 ***** Things were no better the next morning. Soon after Mom and Dad got me set up in the recliner and left for work, a hot chick showed up on TV. From that point on, the whole morning I seemed to either have a hard-on or be on the verge of one. I tried to hide it from Mandy. Not really out of embarrassment, as I’d never been that ashamed about it around her. Mostly, I just didn't want her to feel any guiltier that she already did. She seemed to be ever-present, always hovering around and checking if I needed anything. Since I was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and loose ...
    athletic shorts without underwear to make it easier to use the bathroom, obscuring it was pretty difficult. And while covering with a pillow made it less visible, it made my problem no less obvious. Despite my effort, it was quickly clear that Mandy was aware of the situation, as she wasn't doing a very good job of hiding her regular glances in that direction. All morning she seemed rather tense and guilty, again apologizing for causing the burns several times. Lunch meant sitting up in my chair without pillow while Mandy fed me bites one at a time, making it impossible to keep my erection discreet when it redeveloped. Though her eyes weren't good at avoiding obvious glances, she was careful not to say anything, and from then on I gave up my attempts at hiding it. Later that afternoon saw another failed bathroom try as my erection had popped up and wouldn't recede, leaving me visibly frustrated when I went back to my seat. &#034Having trouble?&#034 Mandy asked as I sat down. &#034Yeah, I just need to...wait a minute before I can go.&#034 I glanced down at my crotch, which, having just been standing up, was set up to make as large a tent as possible. &#034Is that being a big problem for you?&#034 She asked. She caught herself just after she said it, and blushed a bit at her unintentional double entendre. Again, I was surprised she had mentioned it. I took a deep breath to ease my frustration. &#034I just need to let it cool down a few minutes before I can go. It's hard for me ...
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