He opened his jeans, pushed down the front of his boxers and the jockeys, and pulled out his thing. He sighed. The tension eased from his body. He let...his weight settle on the stool.The jockey shorts were a bad idea. He could not stand being so uncomfortable all the time. There had to be another way. He would just stop thinking about girls, that was all. He wouldn't think about them and his thing wouldn't get hard. He wouldn't think about their soft chests or their round butts or their long. 3 of this series) My pink goal was now framed by her deeply cleavaged butt, wide hips, great thighs and that glorious patch of hair! I also noticed her slightly sagging belly adding to this new perspective. "Stick that thing in, you can look some other time," she ordered. I moved towards her, my knob just outside her vagina when she rocked back on it making it disappear into her. I started to thrust, she rocked, almost screaming in pleasure. I didn't know what to look it.... Or, I could tell her now and face the consequences, but at least I wouldn't be lying to her.I decided I owed it to her be honest. She was taking care of me, and if I started keeping things from her it would probably hurt her in the long run. I carefully thought about what to say to her, as I didn't want to upset her too much. I took a break from homework and watched some TV on the screen. There was nothing good on, but it was something to take my mind off my problems.She came in a short while. Wedo have lots in common and yes, you are a good bedmate also. I amgoing to bed tonight dreaming about impaling myself on your cock,slowly lowering myself onto you until it is all the way into myrectum, then I am going to squirm, wriggle, thrust up and downuntil I make you shoot sperm up into my bowel."Even so, we had only one more date and then he ended it.I was lonely without Joel, I cried myself to sleep that night,considered suicide, asked myself why had God made me confused,bigendered,.