15 year olds that believe that just because they have hair under their arms, and a some newly discovered equipment that they rule the world. Well they...sure do rule mine. He just came home from wrestling practice. The next door neighbors son was the cutest thing I could imagine, with a frame that gave him the proportions of a full grown man, if not yet the height. I had spoken with him a few times, just in passing really. I mean, were neighbors AND we go to the same school. He was a sweet 57. Her skin had the glow of perfection, and her graceful neck rose up to a face so seductively lovely that it could have, indeed, launched a thousand ships beyond the stars.Her blue eyes sparkled when she looked at me and said, “May I please begin to fondle your penis?”“Absolutely!” I said. “But just through my pants. Don’t take it out yet.”She started to caress the outline of my dick, massaging the growing shaft with one hand and lightly teasing the head with the fingernails of her other. I circle it with my thumb and middle finger, not stroking, just holding it. It feels wonderful. Still fuzzy with sleep, enjoying my soft bed, my cock throbbing with pleasure as I hold it. One of the most erotic feelings in the world. I slip off my boxers and lay there totally nude, caressing myself. I replay especially pleasurable memories in my mind, images of you in sexy positions that were unplanned; leaning over as you shrug off your bra at the end of your workday, your tits hanging down,. God, it felt like heaven being in her arms."Douglas, this is where I belong, right here in your arms. See, here's my name right here on your chest." With her fingers, she spelled out her name and it tingled clear down to his toes."I know doll. This is where I want you. I just don't want you to hurt Bryan. He is a good man." Yeah, you’re right. Bryan is a good man. He just does not know anything about women. He wants to be mothered. I refuse to raise another child. My kids are grown and I want.