It was then she admitted she was strongly bi-curious leading me to let out a rebel yell which seemed to inspire a young Billy Idol who was sitting nea...r us. Already, I could tell how important music would be to us.Alana was big on Motown while I preferred protest music of Dylan and Seeger (Pete not Bob). After the movies, we held hands and skipped home where my seduction plans would be set in motion. I felt like Hef. Once there I switched on the appropriate blacklight highlighting a poster of. Brief reprieves. From time to time the lid will lift just long enough to get a glimpse of the outside but the air gets stagnant. She longs for the days that past. The ones when she could find that release. A way to scratch that abominable itch that gnaws at her sanity. She needs that release. That euphoric rush that comes from the playtime that has evaporated and left her marooned on this island of solitude.This hell of forced isolation was not that bad at first. There were things that needed. My cock, it's only 6 inches when totally erect, but since I'm not circumcised, if I stretch the skin over it, I can claim I got 8 and a half inches of cock to work with. But who would I get into that discussion with? Not like I'm some hunk. As I survey my gut while I slip on the shorts, I decide I need to workout some. Hell, I need to do something. At least I can still reach my cock. If it wasn't for masturbating I would be celibate. Thankfully my imagination helps when I want some sort of. He was hanging upside down, showing off, but he dropped head first towards the ground. I managed to stop him an inch from the ground, luckily without being noticed. Now though Melissa watched me stand up and saw that confused look upon my face, signaling that something was about to happen."What is it Sophie?" she asked. I looked at her, and then smiled. Whatever it was, it was about Melissa and it would be good. "Why are you smiling like that?" Something good is going to happen. Good for you.