Ruining Ron
“Jesus H. Christ, don’t you ever knock?” Ron grumbled.I had walked into his bedroom to find my housemate and co-worker having a little before-dinner wank. Our wives were downstairs, and I’d been at my desk, struggling with some schematics we’d been working on at work that day. Thinking I had finally understood what was baffling us, I burst into Ron’s bedroom to tell him the news. And, in the process found him sitting on the bed with a bulging cock in his hand, and some skin magazines spread...