"Well from now on you won't have to feel that way. Now that you aren't desperately aspiring to manliness anymore, your dick doesn't play any role in y...our value as a person. Understand? It will stay locked up safe, hidden from the world. Like it isn't even there." As he spoke, he pulled my panties back up over my little encased package and gave it a gentle 'pat'. I looked down at myself. Specifically at my crotch. Covered in the panties, it looked about the same as before - just a bulge. But I. Putting on those clothes brought me back to some high school memories. I was so much more idealistic and liberal back then, sometimes to the point where I could be a bit irrational. Although I’m still rather idealistic and liberal now, I became more modest in college as I was trying to impress top notch people for internships, recommendations, and so on. Well I guess you can say that even now, I still try to impress top notch people. Never again did I think I would ever do something so brash. That Monday I took Bun with me to see if I could be of some help to him as far as a job was concerned. It was no problem and he was hired right away. On the way home Bun expressed some concerns to me. He was telling me how he was torn between two women. Bun was actually married to a woman in Tampa. Chloe was what we like to refer to as: ‘a jump-off’ or side girl. I asked what was up with his wife and he went into a bunch of details. His marriage was complicated and he wasn’t happy in it. So I. Instinct took over, and he wanted nothing more than to bury his manhood in her depths and shoot his seed.Sam followed his eyes up across her toned stomach, over her lacy bra, and to her fiery eyes. She stopped between his spread legs. A gentle finger brushed against his boner through his pants, and he bucked forward. She giggled and reached further.“You’re sooo hard, honey. Watching me suck another man’s cock turns you on, huh?” Sam gazed into Heather’s eyes, unable to tear away or respond..