He was striding, not merely walking, across the spacious VFW floor like a man who knew what he was about, a man of confidence. He pulled up right acro...s from me. He smiled. He was, I considered, and arrogant asshole when all was said and done. I decided to say so.“You are an arrogant sonovabitch aren’t you, Mister Cord.”“What?” he said. I think I’d shaken his confidence if not his degree of arrogance.“Whaddya here for? I’m sure your wife clued you to the truth that I don’t want anything from. But that is not the problem. The problem is she is highly aroused by the dream—a dream she wasn’t able to finish. She runs a hand under her braless shirt to caress her breasts. She briefly considers masturbating, but decides it too risky. At the rate the horse is neighing, someone is bound to hear and investigate and then they might she her. Instead she climbs to her feet to see what the fuss is all about.The girl runs down the hill to the barn and opens the door. One of the new stallions is. " The judge watched as Pamela licked his cock clean and then she stood in front of him. Pamela's creamy blouse had come out of the waistband of her skirt a bit, and she looked as aroused and eager for more intimate sex as she really was. Pamela reached down, unbuttoned the fastening at the side of her skirt and then slowly lowered the zipper that would unfasten the skirt enough for her to remove it. The skirt fell below to her ankles and then Pamela hooked her fingers in the waistband of the. Sure, my dick got hard at times and I had learned how to masturbate but, the mind blowing, energy draining experience of a true orgasm was something I couldn’t have even imagined. A freshman in high school, I was shorter than most boys my age, standing only 5 feet 2 inches tall. Stocky build, blond hair, blue eyes, and what I would consider to be average in looks. Though I liked girls, I was shy and did not have a girlfriend. The truth be known, at that point in time, I had too many guy.