..I expect certain parts of me to be very clean when you're done" said Jess.We took turns rubbing each other with soap in the nice warm water. She wo...uld stroke my growing dick and I would grab her ass or rub her perfect natural breasts. Jess would often rub her ass on my hard-on. She almost made me explode right there in the shower. I told her so but she told me to save it. She teased me endlessly with her slick body.After the shower, she went up to her room in the nude and told me to. Maybe we can see if all men's sperm taste like banana cream pie. Would you like to help me with this simple test Peter?"Peter stroking his hard cock said, "Yes, I would like to know."Dr Harris said, "Good. I was hoping that you would help me, now come over here and drop to your knees in front of me Peter. Get real close to my cock, do not touch it, just get real close where it is right in your face."Peter dropped to his knees and was right in front of Dr. Harris as the doctor stroked his dick. You guessed it, was going to share Ashley withthe world.I then moved into a little one room crap of an apartment. It was onlytemporary living arrangements. Once I was done doing what I had to do,I intended to leave town anyway. But for now it was my evil lair, mybase of operations. Okay, maybe a bit corny, but at the time I had somuch hate running through my veins, every thought was evil. So in a wayit was actually true.And every night I would sit in my room and watch TV. While the rest. All I knew was that I didn't want to be around my mom and dad. We lived in a Los Angeles suburb and we spent many years going to Santa Monica on the weekends for fun on the beach and pier. I always felt good when we visited that place, So it was there that I decided to run away to. Being a typical surfer kid, I fit right in at the beach like I belonged there. Or at least, I looked like I belong there. You know, long hair, OP shirt and shorts, Vans "slip on" shoes. But I had no idea of the real.