Back home

As soon as I was home I crashed into bed. I was completely exhausted, and yet at the same time I also felt fulfilled. Like I had needed a good fucking to keep me going.

All alone in my bed, I was soon assaulted by darker thoughts. Guilt, shame, fear. I really couldn't keep going like this. It wasn't fair to neither me nor Jamie, yet I didn't know what to do. Thoughts of Jamie watching me getting fucked by Brandon reappeared, but I tried to push them away. {if left_excuse=true}I imagined myself bent over that couch in my Catwoman costume as Brandom fucked me in front of Jamie and everyone else.{elseif bathroom_excuse=true}I imagined myself back in the living room. Leaning against the couch as Brandon fingered me, except this time everyone was aware of what was happening and was watching me.{elseif jessica_excuse=true}Images of Jamie staring at Jessica appeared in my mind, of her smiling at him. In my mind she went even further. Bending down and sucking him off as I watched.{endif} My fingers found my pussy. Despite its soreness, I couldn't help but play with my clit at the images going through my mind.

As I brought myself to yet another climax, I was left with my thoughts. {if with_jamie=false}Tyler was right. I really should end it, but I couldn't bear the thought. {endif}I would have to make a decision soon, of that I was certain.