The story I told was that a falling piece of storage rack had caught me and ripped into me deep enough to get me retired. I didn’t show anyone the s...ar and no one asked to see it. In that small town the opportunities for socializing were a little scarce. I attended Little League games, basketball games, and high school football games. I was invited to every church picnic, pot luck and bingo game in town. I met the four single women in my age group before I’d been in town very long. I didn’t. I spent many happy moments with Tess, in the shower. In my dreams of course, while I was gently washing my cock. I imagined feeling her camel toe through her tight trousers. Her naked tits as she took off her bra. Me, lathering her naked body with my soapy hands. I imagined slipping my fingers into her sweet pussy hole and sliding them in and out. Me standing behind her, my hard-on wedged between the cheeks of her arse with hot water cascading over us and while I wrapped my arms around her.Tess. She held the cover for this nightgown that draped in its nothingness to the floor and buttoned with two buttons directly over the bust. Gently, before she could say anything else, I leaned close to her and kissed her lips softly. "Thank you," I said with emotion in my voice. Her eyes misted a little before she turned, grabbing my hand as she passed. "Come on. We're going to blow John away," she said with the grin almost visible in her voice. John was staring at his drink, lost in. If I can just think of something to speed this up; I try to think of another reason why I’m doing this, try to forget about the audience, pretend there’s something else, another reason.Mara. I’m doing this for Mara, and as much as I hate her now… I want to do this for her, because if I do it well maybe she’ll notice me, maybe she’ll care about me. I try to picture her in my head, her red hairs, her two grey eyes, her hips, her thighs. I try to remember how she touched me before, maybe she’ll.