She wore some tight sweat pants and amorphous shirt. Because she had some huge breast she wore in of those tight jogging bras. Every day she came back...all hot and sweaty making me really horny. Some would say, "If you wanted her so much why don't you get her?" Well for sure I wanted to but she always seemed to have another guy. And did she go through them. She never had one for more than a few weeks, and I wanted to be more than that. That is why I watched and studied her for so long. I knew. You realise the arm is too wide to get the necessary pressure. You look for something narrower. Your eyes pick out pick out the T Square. If you could just hold it at the correct angle and slide it between your thighs from behind, maybe you could rub the short edge against your itching vagina. A great idea but, unfortunately, you cannot grip tightly enough to apply sufficient pressure. If anything you have made it worse. You press your thighs together as if trying to prevent yourself from. ” His eyes glistened as he stared at my own hard cock. “Upstairs. Bedroom.” I managed to growl out the two words and shoved him away from me. As he scampered up the stairs, naked butt ahead of me, I was shocked at how easily all this had happened. It didn't seem real somehow, but I was determined to not let that stop me. His cock was next on my agenda, hopefully followed by more than one load of his hot cum. By the time I walked into the bedroom he was sitting on the corner of the bed looking. This came from when I was a k** and learned the hard way that arguing would make it worse, I was a skinny young man around 5 foot 6. I had a tan everywhere but what my shorts covered. I stood there in disbelief naked in front of Unc. He explained that I am a man now and this would be much harsher then it was when I was younger. He walked me to the couch and bent me over the arm. This is when I knew it was not a joke. I heard the switch in the air and then felt that familiar sting across me bare.