I pulled it out and it was semi-erect. I had no foreskin since I'm circumcised and I'd consider it's size reasonable. I'm no stud but I haven't needed...to compensate either. I started to rub up and down the shaft with my right index finger and thumb. I was only semi-erect but I kept on going. It felt... okay at first. I thought thinking more dirty thoughts would help. And it did. I thought about Erin slyly walking up to me, wearing an outfit I'd thought up: a tight red blouse t-shirt that gave a. And that she was asking him questions about me on the low,since he and i are buddies and all. This felt like a boost of confidence that pushed me from engaging in non-work related conversations to starting walk her home every night,since she lived 5 blocks away from work. I've learned that she lives with her aunt and sister,she is single,fresh from a turbulent relationship,not looking for anything solid,but willing to explore other territories than the standard procedural formula of dating. Now. BAMM---3 shots straight over my head, hitting the wall. BAMM 2 more, which I aimed right into my mouth. Follwed up with 4-5 more, I lost count, leaving an almost straight line down my chest and belly, with the last bit of my jizz puddling in my pubs. I just layed there a moment, and jently rubbed my load around in my pubs and belly. I scooped up a bit of my jizz, and licked it off my fingers. Damm my junk was sweet—I can see why men want it :)Finally awake now, I sat up, and rubbed my morning. I asked Bob to take up the same position, the bottom of his feet resting against the bottom of mine. I leaned forward and extended my hands for him to hold. “Pull,” I instructed. Bob practically lifted me off the grass. “Easy,” I said quickly. "I only want to stretch out, not break anything." I bit down on my lower lip as Bob gently pulled on my extended hands. I counted to ten, with my eyes closed. We broke at ten and I leaned back on my hands. Bob stared straight at my breasts. He also had a.