Caught in the Act
Anna had only been living with Lincoln for three months, one week and five days when he walked in on her masturbating. He’d originally left with an overnight bag swinging from his clenched fist and a casual comment thrown over his shoulder to let her know he’d be spending the weekend at a friend’s place. Ten minutes after he’d walked out the door she’d stripped down to her tank top and panties, feeling the urgent need to relieve some of the tension that being around him regularly caused. In...