As an added touch, a white stuffed Unicorn was perched on top of her pillow.“Cool,” passed through my mind and that was quickly followed by “Ain...’t it!” filtering in. I know I wasn’t the one who said that. Stacy laughed, said “Me!” and was next to me again.“Miss me?” she asked.Just a wee bit embarrassed at being caught in her bedroom, I answered, “Yeah ... And lonely too.”I told her, “I thought I’d try out what you mentioned to me about imagining something and then being there.” I paused, then. (for the record, according to her it was between 350 and 400 different men), Well of course boys will be boys and the majority of my friends would hit on her and try to get her into the bedroom. She had resisted for a while but we had discussed it and I told her that I wanted to see her in action. So one night at a party at a friends house we were all drinking rather heavily. Well later in the night I had noticed that all the guys with girlfriends and the other females had left. It was about. He’s big, strong, hairy, soft. I take his nipple in my mouth and nibble. He lets out a moan. God, I love when he moans. I love how he starts to grind on my lap, giving me a little lap dance like a slut. Carl would be such a great slut. He loves being of use. I could think of some uses. He gets louder and my nibbles turn to bites. Moans turns to screams but I don’t let go. He’s mine. He’s all mine.I hold onto the wall of the shower and almost double over as I cum, my knees getting weak and. I grew up to be a real good-looking jock as it was evident of the dates I had. Mother was not very supportive of my dating. Her reason was that I had a lot of time for women later. Even then I thought of asking her then why not satisfy my sexual desires. I went to live with my father after I graduated for which it didn"t last but only three months. So I moved back home where I was raised...with mother. My dad actually dropped me off at her doorstep early in the morning. When the door opened,.