Of course I could, and we spent the next hour and a half or so in vivid, graphic communication during which she came several times. Needless to note,... I too came probably after about two of hers. When we talked fuck it wasn’t just fuck but scenes particularly appealing at the moment such as discovering observers, inviting someone in to watch, etc., or some pleasurable experience shared or otherwise. One of the things she especially liked to hear was of my seeping cock meticulously painting. Either I would confess to Emily and – eventually – get back in her good graces, or I would confess and she would replace the yellow and green ties in my closet with two more red ones, and she’d add a couple of padlocks on her side of the sliding panel, and my secret passage into her apartment would be gone forever – or until I was permanently banished from Frederick, Maryland, whichever event came first.I hadn’t had much sleep on Thursday night, so I took a long afternoon nap just after lunch. I hear a small moan escape your parted lips. A finger slides beneath your bra, searching for more. I find it in the form of your hardened dime-sized nipple. A louder moan comes from you now.My other hand slides down your tummy until my fingers find the top of your tiny G-string. I slide them inside, exploring the freshly waxed smoothness and tiny target that you have prepared for me tonight. Hooking a finger in the waist, I pull it downward until it falls to your ankles. You step out of it. Tights, it was all too much for a boy who was always on the edge. If I were a betting man, I'd say no one unloaded more strings of sperm in those bathroom stalls than I did. And every time I did it, it felt so unfair not to have a 'friendly hand' to help out. Or mouth! My god, what I wouldn't have given for a blowjob back then. I would've sold my own mother if the right girl had offered. My mind was so sexually charged that I used to have this game where I fantasized about whether which girl.