I had a raging piss hardon, so I slipped out of bed and tip-toed off to the bathroom. I was lifting the toilet seat when I felt a arm around my waist ...nd a hand on my cock. Erica directed my strong steady stream directly into the toilet bowl.“Now that's what I call taking a piss,” I joked.“And that is what I call an excellent fucking cock. Let me pee and then we can start out our day with great bang.”'Bang' of course meant a great fuck. Erica and I spent the next hour having sex again. Between. The girl had other plans for me. I had made plans to have "Kelly" come over and study with me after school. My parents were supposed to be there, and I was just hoping to spend some time with Kelly in order to get closer to her. Shortly after getting home, I got a call that my Dad had to work over, and since my folks rode together, both would be several hours late. Normally they wouldn't have let me have a female friend there alone, but since she was already there, and I had been expecting them. I startled myself by thinking that just maybe Yvonne and the others enjoyed that a lot. He picked up the dress again and started to step a foot into the neck. No, over your head. Pull it down from the top otherwise you wont get your arms though the sleeves. Carl lifted the garment, held his arms high and let my pale yellow summer dress slip down his body. He put his arms into the short sleeves then turned to look at me as it settled on his shoulders. Turn around. I managed to pull the zipper. She was a big-time talker and yeller. Her yells were on the order of "OHH, OHH, OHH." I mean like constantly for 30 to 60 minutes as their bed creaked under John and Karen's body weight. But the words that most often I paid attention to had to do with her boyfriend's cock. Huge, monster, baseball bat, club, nightstick, ram, and tree trunk, were just a few. I looked at my own big dick, and thought "Mary never called it a "tree trunk!" Let me talk about Karen's boyfriend, John. He was 6'4" -- big.