This was a game I played regularly in the girls' locker room, but doing it with a cock in me and hanging on to the biggest stud in school while two ot...her studly types watched made it special.Squeezing Steve's cock had forced most of the cum out of me, but the situation made me wet again. With Steve applying soap to both of us, I got pretty slippery inside and out. It occurred to me that he expected me to slide off from all the soap. If so, he failed to take into account my strength and. She certainlywas something, with her silky, raven hair, her long, slenderlimbs, and her delicate, flower-like face. What man wouldn't beattracted to her?When I asked her to marry me in kindergarten, it had beenbecause she was my best friend. We were inseparable as c***dren.Brenda and Robert, two peas in a pod. Even when her parent'sbusiness had taken off and she moved to the wealthier part oftown, we had still remained close. All throughout junior high wewere friends. Even when she began to. Finally the guy gave one last thrust hard into her and held very still. When he pulled out I could see his cum mixed with the girl's juices.He didn't stick around after he was done. Just gave the girl a quick kiss and put his suit back on before heading into the house. The girl, Kathy, watched him leave and then slipped back into the water.As we chatted about what had happened Kathy told us the guy was a good fuck but kind of jerk. Jenny let her know that, at least so far, I wasn't a jerk. Then. I rode into the centre of town on my bike and this time I went to Edgar Backus the well-known second-hand bookshop. I had a tissue-thin cover story about a project for school, and I was ready to run out of the shop if questioned. Behind the counter there was a cadaverous, elderly man, with piercing eyes shining out from under bushy grey eyebrows, and a shock of white hair. He wore the working costume I was to see him in for the next decade, a dark grey apron over his cardigan, a shirt with a.