Margo disappeared into the bedroom.I could feel the hardness of Frank's cock pressing into my soft behindas I sat on his lap. I wondered if he knew ju...st how deeply into my assI wished it was REALLY pressing at that moment! My own penis, in itstuck back in my crotch between my legs, was now quite stiff too. Icould feel a longing behind it deep inside of me. As if the ghost ofthe vagina that should have been there was yearning to feel the lengthof this man's cock plunging in and out of it! I was. After a moment she climbs on the bed, her knees straddle my sides as she begins to rub my head, neck & shoulders. I feel a warm wetness fall on my back as Denise pours a bit of oil she has brought onto my super sensitive skin. Slowly and methodically she rubs the oil into my alabaster flesh. Loosening my muscles and relaxing my tensions she rubs and kisses. Kisses and rubs. Slowly and firmly she kneads her way down my back to my ass cheeks, and every once in a while she'll let a quick, gentle. "He sat down behind his desk and opened a copy of "Red Badge of Courage."The JV had lost their game and the varsity was barely holding its own, down five points at halftime and scrambling for every loose ball. They had been switching back and forth between defenses with every whistled break, foul shot or time out, sometimes with a bit of confusion. Joe sat beside the coach and watched the boys playing out front on the zone, Mike and Bill, the guards. The coach pointed out things and talked to. Waste room? That's odd, he thought. Slowly turning the knob the door opened. It was no room but a flight of stone steps that led down somewhere. Half a dozen steps were visible but after that there was nothing but inky, darkness the rest of the way down.Dustin hesitated a moment and considered where it might lead. It could lead to a way out, he thought. maybe. He hoped it did. But then what was the waste room for? In his mind he pictured a giant room full of trash that slowly compacted in on.