Then the AIDS and herpes scare came along and all of a sudden I didn't seem to be popular anymore. Without guys giving me pot my life got back to that...of a fairly normal eighteen-year-old and I finished high school, met a nice guy and got married. For a year everything was cool and then my husband got transferred to the afternoon shift. One night one of his friends, who didn't know about the shift change, stopped by. I hadn't been adapting well to being alone in the evening and so I asked his. . and they’ll make sure you get plenty of that warm thick cream you like.” For the next minute or two she rolled my big testes softly between her soapy hands.“Can I wash your cock now, Uncle Jeff?” she asked as she leaned into me from behind.“Sure honey, go ahead,” I said as I turned around with my back to the spray and faced her with my heavy cock hanging majestically between my legs. Her eyes seemed glued to it as she re-lathered her hands one more time before setting the soap back on the. Julie slid a hand under my jacket and laughed a slow sultry laugh. ‘All for me?’ ‘Only if we can get to your place before it decides to go off by itself.’ She giggled. That was so sexy. But I wasn’t kidding, either. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for our first sexual experience together, Junior did go off by himself. I think he had help. Julie was forever touching him just to make sure that this tangible evidence of my attraction to her was still there. Of course, after he exploded,. Mark received every picture and conversation, which turned him on so much that we decided to step things up.Plans were made and it was the day. I sent Mark a picture of me dressing up and spoke to him as I drove to meet my bull, Nervous was an understatement and the more we spoke about what was going to happen the more turned on it got me. By the time I jumped into my bull's car my panties were soaked.And so it began, Mark stayed silently on the phone as he listened.The moment I jumped into the.