“I don’t have a boyfriend”, Carolyn said, looking deeply into my eyes while continuing her stroking of the holder, “my girlfriends and I do it...for the guys to keep them from trying to get into our pants.”I could feel a bulge growing in my own pants as the conversation continued.“But doesn’t that just make them more horny?”, I asked.“Well, if it does, we just jerk them off again”, Carolyn stated in a matter of fact manner, as if we were talking about soccer. “We just keep them drained so that. John's was our archrival, which made it even worse. 37-35: a heartbreaker. We were returning to the car when Steve grumbled, "Mother-fucker. We should have won that game." I wanted to take his hand, but didn't dare. And then he unexpected said, "You look good tonight, Michael" and I blushed. "I love when you do that," he added teasingly. I grumbled, "Stop it" and glanced around us with my eyes.I had worn the manliest looking clothes I owned; a flannel shirt, baggy jeans, sneakers and a baseball. "Unzip it," he ordered.I was terrified as I began unzipping him and as soon as it was loweredhis cock flopped out smacking me right in the face. It was rock hard andhuge! The cock was at least three times as thick as mine and eight incheslonger. I could not believe someone could have something that big growingfrom their body other than a leg or arm."Suck it," he commanded.I was terrified but I knew I did not have a choice and I opened my mouth,I had my hand around his penis which was twice as. I walked across the room and stood behind her, gently massaging her shoulders and upper back. She leaned back in the chair, resting her head against my tummy, closing her eyes and sighing tiredly. I reminded her that it was getting late.She said, "I know. Darn it. Oh, my aching back. Your hands feel nice."I leaned into her from behind, lowering my head to snuggle my nose in her hair, and reached around to cup her breasts over her dress. With her eyes closed she smiled and pressed her hands into.