That is, I could smell the scent of her — not her crotch, just her natural scent. She moved a little to the side so that my cock was resting against... both her thighs at once. Her nipples (I was eager to see how they looked poking up under the wet skimpy top) were pressing against mine. Her hips were against mine. My cock ached and throbbed against her legs. It was well on the way to being completely hard again!I checked my hair and deemed it rinsed. I tipped my head forward and used bodily. Why do boys like to hurt themselves, he wondered? Why dothey have to play so rough? He thought about gym at school and thedreaded dodgeball day. They played so rough and threw the balls so hard.He liked when they played volleyball or badminton, but hated dodgeballor basketball day. He thought of the girls in his class enviously. Theydon't have to play dodgeball, and nobody makes fun of them. They wouldusually just congregate in the corner and talk. Probably about hair andmake-up like he just. They were so big that they could almost extend across the whole width of his ribs. And all Dave could do was lay there laughing and struggling. The girls all laughed because they knew he’d be like that for the rest of the session.After Dave’s meal and exercise at noon the girls decided to change things a little.They tied him on the floor with his hands over his head. Then Sadie picked up a fold up chair and placed it above his chest. Athena sat in the chair and began untying her sneakers, while. I know, pathetically sad, aren’t I? Woe is me. This year, I plan on surviving being home alone for Christmas by celebrating the festive occasion with friends, albeit, friends who won’t drink much, eat much, and talk too much. My kind of friends. I’m tired of looking out at the neighbors and seeing their visiting company coming and going all day long. It makes me feel like a reclusive anti-social person not to be surrounded by well wishers during the holiday season. Where did my life go so.