She cancelled her date with Kerr, and told the parents to take their religion and shove it." From observation, I don't think you smoke, drink or take ...drugs. Why? For personal or religious reasons?" Personal." I figured. You talk about the Mormon religion as your parents' religion, not yours."I grinned. "You're very observant and analytical. I like that in a girl." Thanks. So, you don't smoke, drink or take drugs. What about coffee and tea?" Never acquired the habits, but I like a cup of coffee. You feel your cock, hard and wet with precum. A usual morning wood you think. So comes the time to rub it out. The plan is to remember that dream you just had. You take a deep breath, take a seat in your sofa, close your eyes, and slowly start stroking. Several minutes go by, but you just can't get that dream back into your mind. Not one scene comes back. Frustrated, you stop masturbating. You sit there in quiet for a time, upset with yourself for not being able to remember, not being able to. I waited for Tyler to go to sleep and nudged my butt into his crotch and his cock was hard and completely sticking out of his boxers now resting on the ridge of my butt cheeks. It excites me to have my first hard cock resting on my ass so pushed against it slightly more and the rock hard fat cock pushed its way between my buttcheeks. I knew Tyler had a very thick cock from our playful antics when we hung out. He was slightly obese, hairy Italian, 5’10 300 7c very fat even when flaccid. He. .. wow!” Gisela gasped. “Are you serious?”“You and me together,” Dieter replied. “We can make a proper family for Horst. I don’t want to spend my life with anyone else.”“My father won’t like this,” Gisela warned.“Will you spend your life with me?” Dieter repeated. “I love you and want this to last forever.”“I love you too,” Gisela replied. “When the war is over and we can be together again.”The two cuddled and exchanged kisses for a minute or so. “Do you think you will get called up by the.