Eventually, with one last relievedgroan (from the unseen growth of male reproductive organs) Amy hadbecome a very familiar young man, to Haruhi's shoc...k."Amy, you're, you're," Haruhi exclaimed, "Kyon?"With a sigh, 'Kyon' nodded, adding in a much deeper tone "Yeah, prettymuch." But how?" Haruhi cried, still flabbergasted at recent events."Well," explained Kyon, "here's the thing. This Blazer was originallygoing to be yours." What?" exclaimed Haruhi, "I was meant to be Kyon? But how come..." Slow. The blood rose to his face and his cock plumped in his pants, making him uncomfortable. The description was so romantic and erotic that he almost felt her tongue in his mouth. He closed his eyes and imagined her hands in his hair and her lips moving softly against his. Would she whisper his name as she gave herself to him? ‘Yes.’ He answered audibly, his hand rubbing his denim-clad cock. He found himself wanting to hear her voice, wanting to know that her cries were his and his alone. He eased. The dancing lessons were something Mrs. Young began to insist on shortly after their love affair began.Now, as sun filled the room, Frankie's hand slowly moved along the frame of the couch, remembering the different sexual encounters they shared. He could almost feel her presence in the room. Frankie stepped over to the stereo and turned it on. The CD player was still set and he heard "Sexual Healing" play, taking him back to that magical and erotic night. Frankie smiled and walked into. “Is this your first time ever being in a sex shop?” he asked. I nodded. “Y-Yeah,” I said, a little embarrassed. “Don’t be embarrassed honey!” he said. “How old are you?” “Eighteen,” I replied. He nodded. “Come with me.” I followed him into the basement where it was empty. It looked a lot like a dungeon. I was kind of excited to see what he had for me. There was a lot of things hanging from the ceiling and tables and stuff. “Are you claustrophobic?” he asked me as we walked into a room. I shook.