My cousin died when we were both 17. There was a reception at his house. I went into his room and stole all the money that was there, took some other valuables that his parents wouldn’t realize were gone. No one knows, they just assumed he didn’t have any money in his room. I don’t regret it, but I will never admit I did it. Also my cum box.
The cum box is exactly what it sounds like. It’s a shoebox, or at least once was, and whenever I masturbate I cum into it. I’ve had it for two or three years now I think, so it has a fair amount of cum. It smells atrocious, and I tried to burn it once. When I lit it on fire, it was too damp due to the cum, that it simply sizzled and didn’t manage to actually lite up. Turns out burning cum smells awful, so I had to spray it with a deodorant body spray just to get the old smell of burnt cum away. It also has some drenched papers stuck to it.
