In a gym full of scantily clad coeds, he had seen her. He seemed to recognize her, somehow. She was, in generous terms, voluptuous. She had dark red h...air, black, rectangle librarian glasses, a pert mouth and abundant, double D breasts. Tony was older, probably by at least 8 years. He was an alumnus of the school, and was still a frequent visitor. He stood at 6 feet to her 56. Hispanic, with the perfect sculpted body, he was a runner, not a body builder. His dimples and smile turned heads, and. He knew something was wrong with him, but was too afraid to mention it to anyone.Never having an erection had led to a dramatic decrease in the amount of hormones swimming in his body, leaving the boy without anything resemboling a sex drive. He liked girls - thought they were pretty. He aspired to date one, hold her hands, maybe kiss her. But he never thought passed that, it just didn't come naturally to him.This all began to change in the Fall of his senior year.There was an upcoming dance,. God he’s whiny apologizing to his son.”“Striking. Striking. Striking.” Ron growled. He flipped through Veidt’s technical notes until he found the subheading at the bottom of a page. Shit. He had knocked them out of order. Thank Christ they’re numbered. Eighteen, eighteen, eigh-- “Here we go.”“Hey Ron! C’mon up for dinner and a show!” Ger hollered.“Give us a minute!” He shouted. It was the first non-immediate yes he had ever given.“The device strikes the plate when upset beyond--”“What’re you. Once she felt a little more relaxed, Taylor let her hand trail down her chest, down her stomach, and to her waxed pussy. She loved the smooth feeling there, and lovingly caressed her labia for a while before parting them to press a finger against her clit.It had been years since Taylor had showered without masturbating. She didn't always cum, especially if she was going through one of her denial streaks, but something about the heat, the water, the nakedness, and the touching made her compelled.