I know this is important. I know why I continue to try to do this. And I know why I can't. And that just makes it worse.I try everything. Free-word as...ociation. Listening to music, and trying to build off the lyrics. Even watch a sexy film and try to turn that into words for a proper erotic story. And just outside the corner of my vision, I know she's there, shaking her head sorrowfully, knowing that unless I break through my personal wall, there is no chance that I can pull it off.Finally... I. Cindy was half-Italian with thick black hair, dark eyes and a fiery temper. Of course, that temper was just one manifestation of her passionate soul and, when she wasn’t mad, another was kissing. She was a fantastic kisser. For the most part, that is all we ever did (we were young, you know), but one night she told me she thought it was alright for couples to go a little further when they had been together as long as we had. That was my invitation to touch her cute little titties for the first. Most likely due to the flat chest,something I wouldn't mind having right about now. Given a few more yearsHailey's body could develop into a real head turner. Just watching Masonsitting there in her body, staring at his slender young hands infascination, was enough to make me feel uneasy again. That this wasactually happening. Mason jumped out of his seat and ran over to me."I feel like I could run, like, 20 miles. Like right now! My back isn'tkilling me anymore either. And dude, check this. “Так вот какая моя мама на вкус,-” подумал я. И тут дверь дернули с той стороны.- Занято, - крикнул я, поспешно вешая трусики обратно.Наскоро помылся и отправился на кухню.Мама стояла у плиты и жарила яичницу. Надо же, я никогда прежде не замечал, насколько короткий у нее халатик. Нет, ничего экстремального – полы позволяли разглядеть только несколько сантиметров выше колен.Но ее белая кожа...Да и попка выделялась весьма заметно.Я припомнил ее трусики в ванной, ее давешние игры в спальной, а.