Dude had only been 18 for a month. Anyways—have a tendency to blab now. So off to the park—it is skatepark adventures, rite ?Dustin and Kelso were...already there. Workin up a hard sweat, and lil bro workin up something else hard. Fuck that boi had grown—he was almost big as me now. Size 12 feet, 6'2, 6-pac, and oh ya—9 ½ inches of juicey yung cock. An he was showin today. I skated rite up to my bro, and best friend and just kinda blurted it out--”damm bro—----you free ballin” ? “fuck ya” he. So my day off on Monday would be in the laundry room causing me more stress than normal. I loved washing clothes after work on Friday because everyone else would be out on the town. I loved washing clothes, but I liked doing it when no one else was around. I accepted the busy public nature of doing laundry as part of living in a large apartment complex. But at least habits can be formed to remove the stress.I dropped my basket back in the apartment and decided to run out for some groceries. I. Blonde by choice, but there wasn't any evidence of her true hair color in the more fun places of her body that he'd seen. Nearly non existent breasts, but the finest and almost always erect nipples to be found. Her legs and her ass are what drove him nuts. So long and toned. Her ass as perky as it probably was since her early teens.Kailyn was a streaked blonde/brunette of 36. She had a much more unique style to her dress that the others often gave her a hard time about. None of it was ever. Grant, that darling reprobate who knew me better than I did myself, seemed to know what I needed though. He looked straight into my eyes and, applying one final amount of pressure, mouthed “Mine” at me and I flew apart. My body stiffened, head kicking back even further. My fingers dug into strong muscle and my shoulders strained, thrusting my breasts forward into empty air. Mike’s shoulders were captured in the vice of my thighs as I thrashed against his face, riding the wave until he managed.