The 20-year-oldpantyboy extraordinaire. Every man's naughty, secret,wet dream. Raconteur without equal.In "Service" and "Test Driven," I told you abou... Amyand Judy, two of my lovely roommates, fellow pantyboysand like me, covergirls for "Panty Boy," the onlypublication worth buying, besides some of thoseSpermco comic books about us "special boygirls" andthe "Sunday New York Times." And Panty Boy doesn'teven have a crossword puzzle. In this story, I'll tell you about my other roommate,Sandy.. " Holly said as she caught her breath. "No thank you I really needed that myself." I said. After that Holly and I fucked all the time, even more than when I was married. If either of us wanted some sex we would just ask. It worked out way better than I thought it would. This went for the next six months. Then mom needed a place and moved in. Mom was in her mid sixties and was in great shape and a real looker. Holly and I both figured she would not be there long and would soon be off with. The passion grew stronger as our tongues once again intertwined and as I thought about Jamie’s advice once again, I surrendered to him completely, causing my doubts and fears to melt away, consumed in the rising flames as a fiery raw passion like I hadn’t felt in years overtook me. I felt his hand move from my breast and begin sliding down to gently rub my clit. In response, I moved my hand down to rub his hard cock through his pants, then dropped to my knees and unzipped his pants. Having. We took the bus up from campus and arrived at Jim's place around dinner time. I begged off helping out because of my ankle -- it felt all right to stand on, but I still wasn't up for a lot of walking. So they put me in charge of ordering dinner for the three of us, and went about the business of cleaning up and hanging decorations.Several hours later, the party was in full swing. I had found a comfortable chair on the ground floor, and had settled in for the evening. George, the dear, tried to.