While I was moving things back in the drawer, to get it back similar to how I'd found it, I saw an unopened pack of nylons laying on the bottom of the...drawer. When looking at the pack I saw that they were white nylons, I put the pack into my pocket and continued to put things back into place. In the middle of the clothes I was putting back I saw a couple of pairs of white pantyhose tangled up amongst all the socks and underwear, so I put one of the pairs into my pocket and left the other pair. Hehad entered her- fervently and feverishly just weeks ago. In fact, he had beenthe very first to enter her. But he would never enter her again (never enter anyoneever again), thanks to a deviously-guided paper cutter in the art room. Hecould, I suppose, finger-fuck her with all of his might. That might feel goodto her but certainly not to him. He had no male equipment for hardening andpenetration; he had no male equipment for storing love juices to ejaculate. Hedid, however, have a phallic. HtmlBobby was knocking at the door so I pulled up my shorts and went upstairs to let him in. I greeted him with a smile and a prominent bulge. We went down to my room, I asked him if he was ready to pick up where we left off at the pool. He said "Yes I'm ready and it looks like you are too." I laughed and told him "I was just getting myself warmed up when he arrived. Sit down and we can look through my porn magazines." We scanned the pages together and I watched his eyes light up and soon I saw. Pulling back to her entrance, he moved his hips in circles to tease her slightly before burying himself again. She gripped the fabric on the futon like her life depended on it as Jack repeatedly pounded in and out of her body. Each thrust pushing harder than the last, finally he was ready, one final push was all either of them needed to orgasm. Jack pulled out, drawing a whimper from Lauren who looked like she was going to burst into tears if she was denied again. He laid down on top of her,.