I went to school mostly with the same kids from kindergarten on. Not to mention this itch I got,” she giggled. “I need you to scratch it for me!�...“I will. As often and for as long as you need it scratched!”“I’ll hold you to that Yankee. If it’s anything like it was with your fingers, I think I’m going to need a LOT of scratching!”“That was just coming attractions, Peaches. The real thing is far better!”“Oh God, now I got to wait for three weeks thinking about that! When do you get back to. " Okay how do you tell a man that is selling you rope. "Oh I need some rope to tie someone up." I think to myself. I reach out and touch and feel the ropes. The white nylon ropes feel soft. I wonder how soft it would feel wrapped around your wrist and ankles holding them tightly. Restricting your movement. Biting you, keeping you from getting away. Suddenly Pete is standing next to me. He whispers in my ear. "Nothing less the three eights of an inch for tying someone up." Just as fast as he. The second week of school they were a couple of games in when Tiel's roommate miraculously found some pot in his back pocket. Adam fell over backwards in appreciation and Tom went to get his bong.After a couple of bowls, the four guys sat around the dorm's kitchen table all staring at the bong giggling and reminiscing."I was smoking so much this summer!" admitted Henry."From sober to stoner, you started last spring break." Tiel chastised."Well, I found something good and stuck with it." Fuck!. Both men were really hung, their long, thick, black dicks hanging free. I couldn’t help but stare. They had amazing bodies, and their dicks were so much bigger than my husbands that it was a marvel to me. Thankfully they both donned togas, so their dicks were hidden beneath the folds of fabric, but my imagination wouldn’t let me forget they were there. The previous series of photos had me dripping wet, and I’d been feeling more horny as we’d been going. So despite the logical parts of.