I had a particular boy in mind too. His name was Tommy Thompson, a red-haired hunk of a guy who was a tight end on Manistique’s football team. He ha...d a tight end too. I had hung out and flirted with him a few times in past summers, either at the library, or playing video games, at the bowling alley, or drinking Green Rivers (my favorite soda) at the drug store soda shop. He seemed interested and I hoped this summer he might ask me out on a real date.I should tell you, dear reader of my diary, a. You’re infatuated with me and all of my lovers and will gladly submit to us whenever we visit. You are insatiable sluts, bisexual, sexually promiscuous, and eager to have sex with anyone who hits on you,” I told each of the True Blood and Buffy the Vampire Slayer characters now.Then I arrived in the Friends universe to deposit the characters from that series where they belonged.“Alright, folks, here we go. Each of you, look at me. This is your last stop. Central Perk. Go home, folks. Including. ' He bent lower as he removed his clothes and as he stood up his mammoth member sprung up. I stepped back and stumbled falling back on the bed as I took in the size of his tremendous middle leg. Stunned I could barely move as he finished undressing and moved over to me and removed my tennis, socks, gym shorts, underwear and t-shirts. I was laying on my back my hands covering my small penis as he nudged my knees apart with his knees. Defensively, I scooted back onto the bed to get away from him. Donna closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath."Feels nice," she said. Les continued stimulating her nipples, alternating from left to right. "I think I want to lie down."Les helped her out of her shoes and socks. Donna stood, unfastened her skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped from it. Underneath she wore a pair of black briefs.She lay on her bed. Les stripped off his shoes and jeans and knelt near her. He caressed her breasts and abdomen, now and then pinching and rolling her nipples.