Marge, all this time, was watching from the door to her apartment. Can you say ‘MAD!!’. I was livid and her only explanation was that Louis was a ...guy he used to date. Stupid, stupid me. I was already in love, or more likely, in lust with her and told her if I ever caught him over there again, we were through.A few weeks later, everything calmed down and she was the perfect girlfriend. If there is truly a thing called Murphy’s Law, it was saddled around my neck and I was too blind to see it. We. They always want to get as close as they can. They want to know if the rumor is true. They see a Jew and want to know if their cock is as small as a thimble. Actually it's true. When I am hard my schlong looks like a clitoris, but an aroused clitoris I must say. I see by the reaction by some of my words, that I could use more tasteful slang's for male gentalia. Actually I do use other words for my little stump. The ladies think it's cute when I call it my stuffed mouse. It is stuffed with. You open the door and say hi come in I hear them talk its Jen and Will. You ask Jen did you bring your strap on? Yes you told me too she replied as they walk further in they see me and Jen says oh this is going to be fun. You tell them I’m their playground have fun with me. You come over to me and kiss me on the cheek and say have fun slave thinking you were leaving but not the case at all. You sat will in the chair in front of me and started riding him I know this because I could smell. I loved his touch and could not understand what he was doing. It felt so nice that I never wanted it to end, but I knew the end had to be near. I figured I would hold on until he let go and then we would be over. His rubbing continued and I accepted, his rub was suddenly stronger, firm, but so pleasant and I began to realize why I did not want to end, this was our beginning foreplay, at least it had been. I knew he would never touch me intimately again, so I was petrified to attempt anything..