Unlike other boys who suggested, "Let’s do it," or "I want to fuck you," here was this beautiful man telling me he wanted to love me.Pulling him to ...me I said, “Oh, Brian, yes. ”As he kissed me I felt his hand on my thigh. His touch caused my heart to race. I opened my legs hoping that he would accept the invitation to explore further up under my skirt. I ached with desire for him to feel the warmth and wetness between my legs. To feel my craving for him.He gasped as I placed my hand on his. They are adequate, but you need to lose a couple inches off your waist. "I blushed. In any other situation I would have been furious at the insult. I mean sure, it was true, but you just don't tell a woman that. But this was the nature of this relationship, I sensed, and in this context... It felt right somehow that he should tell me how I should better myself.He studied my reaction and seemed satisfied. "You have twenty-four hour access to the gym on the second floor, " he said. "Trust me,. But up I put it, and went home satisfied. Two or three mornings afterwards I felt a slight itching at the tip of my prick, but took no notice of it; the next morning piddling, to my horror I saw a little yellowish fluid oozing, and sat down in consternation. I had got a clap.This laid me up for weeks, I went to a strange doctor and managed to keep it from my mother, but was in anxiety as to how I was to pay the doctor. Fortune and misfortune often follow each other. My long promised appointment. I begin to cum and I sense that you are too. You love to watch me masturbate and this makes your orgasm all the stronger. We finish, and lay there in each others arms a little while longer, then decide that its time to go. We pack our belongings and head home. On our way home, we have the top down in the car again, and the sun beats down on us as we drive. I am wearing a low cut tank top and a mini skirt. On the drive home, you ask me to lift up my tank top and bra so that you can see my.