I had from youth an excellent memory but about sexual matters a wonderful one. Women were the pleasure of my life. I loved cunt, but also who had it, ... like the woman I fucked and not simply the cunt I fucked, and therein is a great difference. I recollect even now to a degree which astonishes me, the face, color, stature, thighs, backside, and sung of well nigh every woman I have had, who was not a mere casual, and even of some who were. The clothes they wore, the houses and rooms in which I. I'd been ready to expose my sexiness in the motel window for hours, but there hadn't been anyone around. I always enjoy a good glance; a double take. or the occasional blatant voyeur; but the night had been a bust. All dolled up and no one to see me. By this time I had drank a bottle of wine and had a good buzz. My inhibitions were low and I felt a bit adventurous. I knew I looked good crossdressed; quite passable from a little distance, but any man who had a good look would know that I'm a. She could feel my erection pressing into her back, and slid invitingly up and down it, only further encouraging me. A stiff prick hath no conscience, and mine was definitely throbbing!I washed her a while, then we splashed our way into reversing positions. She pinched my nipples, giggling, and then began to wash my nether regions. She lovingly cupped my aching scrotum and gently massaged my swollen testicles, while my shaft bobbed, begging for attention. There's nothing as nice as knowing that. Many in the group had considered quitting college but, in the end, they decided to stick with the plan they had entered the year with. Sean had argued that everyone should continue. After all, larger businesses than Subarctic had tanked. There was no guarantee the company would be able to fulfill the lifelong monetary needs of the owners and employees.For some the choice was simple. Leslie, who had decided the mental health field was in her future, along with Tyanna and Jason, who wanted to.