I remember your kiss more than anything else. The memory of way your tongue knew exactly how to lap at my mouth interferes with my daily routines, eve... now. The way that your hands knew exactly how soft to be, one minute, and how rough to be, the next, is etched on my libido. You taught me about pleasure in a world that I regarded as mostly pain. The soft caresses, the rhythmic thrust of your cock, and the way your eyes could hypnotize me… I promised that some day we would never be apart. The. He says it's kind of like football, only without pads. He says it's an English game, or Australian, or something. It sounds too rough to be English to me. Don't they play, like, cricket, or badminton, or something? Anyway, rugby sounds kind of rough, but he really likes it. He can tackle and block like in football. He says it's especially fun when the field is muddy. Yuck!My recreational soccer team is doing pretty well. We won our last two games, and our coach is going to sign us up for that. After they worked on my cock for some time, Lisa wanted to sit on me to fuck her big wet cunt. She didnt have to ask me twice, I had her lay on her back with one leg in the air and i put one foot on the bed in a sizzor position and i hugged her big fat leg while getting maximum penetration. She was so sloppy wet it was making sloshing sounds as i power fucked her. Tony was shoving his cock down her throat muffling her screams of extasy. It was all to much for me and i unloaded in her pussy.. Of course she began loving waking up to a shaking bed as I jerked off next to her... then ate her pussy. Or watching me in the shower while she got ready for school.. Ahh memories...I think that is why I love to voyeur, the hope of catching someone masturbating and maybe join in.As my friend said “I believe you can find out a lot about someone just by watching their masturbation tendencies.” So, having said that, copy and paste this onto your page and fill it out. You might learn something.