“Yeah, that’s right. Your name was… Hugo, right?” They’d had a class earlier that day.“Well, yeah, but most people call me Lance.”“My ...name is Melanny,” she replied; though he’d already heard it earlier. “So why do they call you Lance?”“Oh, well, you know;” Lance replied, blushing a little, “It’s just one of those things that gets picked up over ti-”“IT’S CUZ OF HIS DICK!” The boy put his hand to his forehead as Felicia started waltzing down the hallway toward them, grinning broadly. With her. The reason I never did anything with her is, that she married young, and that she is one of those mediocre girls. Not ugly, but certainly not beautifull, nor cute. She is short and thick, but not fat. Big ass, and big fucking tits.I have known her for more than 13 years, without a single petting. Until last night.Me and some friends from college, got together for a few drinks. I must tell you, first of all, that this girl is still married, and that she is a good friend of my wife. So, we were. ' Before Paul could reply, he felt rope go around his elbows and felt them suddenly pulled together. Paul let out another gasp, but this one was a gasp of pain. Such beautiful pain. Pain, Paul had never experienced before. Pausing only to rub his cock once again on Paul's skirt, this time leaving a small trace of pre-cum glistening on the shiny plastic material, the man sat Paul on the sofa and proceeded to bind Paul's ankles and knees. 'Very nice,' the man murmured. 'I'm enjoying tying you up.. " Karen said a little frustrated. I told her I had a great time. Maybe I could have them over sometime. Karen leaned against me as I sat astride my motorcycle. I ran my hand down to her big ass again, running my fingers around the bottom of her cheeks and into the divide. "You have a nice ass, Karen. If Mike was asleep-" my cellphone rang. Karen stood up as I got my phone out. I put my hand on her breast and felt through her dress to a nipple. I pinched and rolled it while I talked on the.