I might write a Part3, which will be fictional because our story ended where Part2 ended. Have fun. It was a Saturday morning and the only reason I wa...s at school was because the teachers had practically dragged me out to help them with the upcoming school anniversarys preparations. My friends were there, of course, and we were just getting started on sticking some photographs onto Styrofoam frames when he first gave me a sign. John looked up from the computer he was using to design a poster for. There's nothing he can do about it, though, and his hand gropes, frustrated, for his cock, which has responded to the heat of the anger thinking there might be something in that heat worth jacking off for. He strokes, and sweeter thoughts of Candy return. Candy under him at the carnival -- BEGGING FOR IT -- ! and oohhhhhh that feeling of thrusting it right up inside her in that soft soft warm wet place and her whispering "ohhhhh Jeremy...ohhhh Jeremy!" like she liked it.. Oh, that's nice. That. I can only tell you that, from the moment she sat in that chair where you are sitting now, I felt something I’d never experienced before in my life. Instead of it being all about me, I wanted to know everything about her. Something inside me shifted, and I became a different man, a better man, I’d like to think. Grace taught me about recognizing a woman’s feelings, and she chastised me for being careless with yours. I didn’t realize how right she was until this morning.”Alice looked confused as. His shame was all themore, as the terms of the settlement, which had been supposedlyconfidential, where and open secret at consolidated. All knew that heposed absolutely no threat to the the other employees in his use of thelady's facilities. His panties had no unsightly bulges, they fit smoothlyas they where intended to.The memory of that first shopping trip still was traumatic for him. Sandyhad a ball buying him a wardrobe that was designed to cater to his mosterotic male fantasies..