"Oh, fuck, Jim. What are you doing over there?" Ed asked."My sister lives here too, man, what if she answered? You are my best friend, but Jessica wou...ld have kicked your ass up, and down this dorm. I'd be careful from now on, if I were you," I replied."I know, and that reminds me. She told me, after that incident on her seventeenth birthday, she kicked your ass so hard, you almost had to go to the hospital. Is that true?" Ed pondered.Let's just say, I stopped laughing."Jessica?!" I yelled. I know you won't hurt me but I still hold my breath without really meaning to. I caress your well-built physique from your lithe neck down your strong back to your smooth round ass pulling you down firmly between my legs. U npretentious, my knees wide apart your stiff cock pushes firmly against my wet slit nudging my delicate labia gradually parting me, probing slightly into the entrance of my aching tight pink pussy and intensifying the throbbing between my legs. As you . To bad fate wouldn’t keep me that way. 1990 saw a failed attempt to get married, orders to South Korea and a final break up with Michelle. One that would last for 11 years. What kept me alive during that year I have no idea. For the next 10 years I tried to build a new life. Two marriages that ended in divorce added to my depression. It really didn’t help that I’d lost my dad in 1997, two days before Christmas. I was far from merry that year. The only good thing during those 10 years was that. ) He liked sexy pissing too, which I also enjoy, so I often took the phone into the bathroom and let him hear me doing it through my panties. I made over a hundred a week just out of him so he was lucrative to me, but as I said he sounded nice and he was always polite to me. I always looked forward to his calls. The night I broke the rules was when I'd had a few too many to drink and I was feeling particularly horny. I asked him for an address and promised to send him a pair of my wet panties..