Krysta stared through the part open door. The reflection from the wardrobe mirror enabled her to see him lying on top of his bed; naked; his hand around his erection like a fist, moving up and down. The bedroom door had been left slightly ajar and as she passed on the landing she could hear muffled moans and curiosity had got the better of her causing her to stop and it was then that she saw his reflection. Krysta had never seen a man masturbating before. She knew she should have walked by after all she disliked Jack like in one of those horror films she was drawn to the spectall. His eyes were closed and his face grimaced as the hand … Read entire article »