I feel embarrassed, but that?s okay. I?m thinking of Mr. Chase, of his lean, hard body, of his handsome smiling face, of the way I can?t say ?no? to h...im. Even though I?m by myself, I hesitate to lift up my nightie, but I do it, I do it because I imagine Mr. Chase telling me to do it, and I press the vibrator to the soft wet mess I?m making between my smooth thighs. I?m breathing so hard now, my heart is pounding, and I?m making little whimpering noises. I don?t care. I picture Mr. Chase. That was awesome. But her dad found out we had talked on the phone, so he vowed we'd never see each other again. So when she graduated a couple months later, her parents took her to live with a relative two states away. When they did that, I drove down and picked her up, we got married on the way home, and we've lived very happily together ever since. My best friend in high school was like myself; sex crazed, overdosed on testosterone, and had worked our right arm out to the point that it was. 2 of which you will never wear.But Old is good in some things: Old songs, Old movies, and best of all, OLD FRIENDS!!Stay well, “OLD FRIEND!” Send this on to other “Old Friends!” and let them laugh in AGREEMENT!!!It’s Not What You Gather, But What You ScatterThat Tells What Kind Of Life You Have LivedThree Aussie blokes working up on an outback mobile phone tower: Mongrel, Coot and Bluey.As they start their descent, Coot slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly.As the ambulance takes. Her vagina was so good at actually grabbing my dick and milking it for all it was worth– she could almost be considered virgin tight. She couldn’t scream aloud so she just let out a quiet “uuuuhhhhhnnnn”. I looked at her and said: “oh fuck, I’m cumming in you Ms. Ganelle”. Thick, white hot beads of semen started spewing into her cunt and I continued using the sides of her vagina to squeeze my penis empty. My large hands squeezed her inner thighs tighter and tighter ensuring “proper”.