It was too hot. He shut his eyes and took a few more steps, butsomething seemed to squish beneath his feet. The ground felt wrong. Heopened his eyes t... see that, strewn right across the street, there werehundreds of purple-"Ah," he yelped.They were purple sausages. But they didn't quite look like sausages. Hepicked one up and looked closer - then suddenly dropped it, realisingwhat it was.It was a penis. They were all penises. Penises of all shapes and sizeslittering the street. John thought. I wanted to get closer to her, but I didn’t dare. I really wanted to know everything about her. It got to the point where I found myself going through the laundry hamper looking for her panties just so I could smell her scent while thinking about her.One day I recall very distinctly. I was seventeen years-old at the time. I was sitting in my room on my bed masturbating. On the bed was a Playboy magazine open to a picture of a girl I was imagining to be Marcy. A pair of her panties lay. .. gonna.... cum.."And she does. Hard. Violent. She bites down on his shoulder to keep from screaming. He bucks up against her. Danny feels consumed by lust. Yet somehow he does not cum even with her humping on his cock. When she does slow down she sticks a hand down between them. Feeling the head of his cock. She grins and slides down. She pulls his sweats down just enough to free his cock. One hand wrapping around it. She looks up at him. Eye shining and wicked."May I?" she asks."Yes.. "I sure like you, lady," she murmured, almost inaudibly."Let's go back and sit on the sofa and do this some more," Laura whispered back.Kendra said nothing but didn't object. Laura took her hand and led her back to the sofa. They sat down and began kissing immediately."I feel kind of like high school, you know," Kendra smiled. "Where you just kiss and kiss because you're afraid to do anything else?" I'm not afraid," Laura said throatily.She slipped her hand under the back of Kendra's jersey.