He stops and looks to the right. So do I. Another man.Latin, smaller in build, fully shaven—no hair on his chest or genitals. His penis is large but...limp, balls swinging full and free. I almost never see Jack like this. Jack is always hard by the time his is in my bed.My lust’s desire is stroking in and out of me with his long, hard cock. I query the other man, “Who are you?”“I am your heart’s desire.”He pours himself a full glass of scotch, takes a long draft and sets the glass half empty on. For those who've followed me for short or long periods of time, you're aware I enjoy sharing particularly exciting times of a sexual nature. I worked a shift that I rarely - if ever - work. It was a 3 p.m. - 11 p.m. time frame, and I ended up working an additional 1/2 hour. As such, with the lateness of the hour, I ended up taking a very late train to the Park & Ride. As it turned out, the serendipity was enormous - the timing perfect. Because it was nearly midnight when I boarded, the train. The person on the other side answered the simple question Whose Number Is This? The text came back its Britany Mueller from lit class. OMG I almost died when I saw the name. I was going to reply back that I was sorry but didn't. It would be ok. We said merry Christmas and we didn't talk for the rest of the day.About four days later I heard back from Britany she wanted to know if I wanted to go to the mall with her and some of her friends. I said that’s cool and see her then. I forgot I didn't. "She nearly pounced upon me, and our bodies squeezed together. Herbreasts pressed firmly against my chest. Her face stuck to mine as hermouth found me. Kissing repeatedly. I let my lips part slightly and hertongues slithered past them, entering the fray.Exploring Julia's mouth. My hands reached up to her hips and pulled heragainst me even harder, I could feel her breasts squeeze between the twoof us, nipples prodding outwards.Julia's hands rose beneath my shirt, slowly stroking upwards along.