‘I wish I had your magic touch.’ ‘It’s because I’m not with him all the time,’ Tommy said. ‘That and you’re his hero,’ Tina said. �...Yes, well…ah…’ Tommy mumbled, not sure what to say. Being someone’s hero was a new and pretty heady concept. He and Tina continued talking, covering a wide range of topics. He found out a lot about her. Her parents were alcoholic, and one of the reasons she married Ron was to get out of her home, only to find out she’d run into a worse situation. After she and Ron. As we approached a sharp bend, Maria pointed to a tree in the corner, under a cliff. "Let's take some shade"We walked over to the tree which was shaded itself by the cliff. By going around it we were sheltered from the sun and the thick trunk partially hid us from the road. It would be hard for anyone walking past to see into the shadows.Maria stood with her back against the tree and it seemed the most natural thing in the world to take her in my arms and start kissing her deeply. Her lips. It wasn't as cute as his ass, but, then again, what was?He was detumescent. Isn't that a lovely sounding word?When you read the classics of erotic literature, you read detumescent, rather than limp. I'm not uneducated.I may have been shallow and lazy, but I do read and I have a fine mind. Vocabulary was never a problem.Jeff was eighteen, and in what should be his sexual prime. I had little doubt that I could coax him to tumesce. I could induce him to become turgid. I had no doubt about my. As I trotted around the bases, I looked up in the stands. Tami was sitting with Traci, between my folks and Robbie's dad, near the third baseline. I gave then a wave as I went by.Robbie held up her hand, and I gave her a high five as I jumped on the plate with both feet. She stepped up to the plate and took a practice swing. The pitcher came set, and Robbie stepped back out of the batter's box. The pitcher looked disgusted and relaxed. Robbie smiled at the umpire and walked around and took her.