" Yeah, from this point on we might as well be talking about TV shows," Joy agreed. "But does that help?" Yeah, I think it does," Tanisha said. "It do...sn't really solve anything, but at least gets us on the road to finding out just how bad a problem we're facing, gives us somewhere to start, which we didn't have before we talked to you. It feels better to know we're doing something, rather than just waiting around hoping something doesn't happen. Thanks, you two. We sort of thought that a fresh. I caught our reflection in the mirror. Yvonne's slim figure held gently in my much-stronger-than-they-looked arms. I could see my muscles move under my skin. I was never fat, as in obese, but even I was impressed with the difference.I let go of Yvonne's breast and looked up to her eyes. She looked subdued, but her fire was just getting a good start. I lowered her and she met my lips with hers. Her tongue stroked mine in ways suggestive of other parts of my body. She moved to drop lower and I. More and more I was beset by the growing, urgent need to give outlet to my feelings. When I looked at some of the better built guys in my class, I could hardly restrain myself from keeping my hands of them, As boys of our age will do, we all jerked off regularly, but on the whole there was no sexual contact between us. Wanking, as we called it, was just one of those things we all did from time, just to relieve what I now realize was the sense of sexual frustration that all guys of our age. .Then one evening while cycling back from college james spotted yvonne pulled over in her car with a flat tyre. seeing the oportunity he went over and introduced himself and said he was living down he hall. She let him help and he put on the spare wheel and then she gave him and the bike a lift back. james did not hink anything ould happen even though his 8 inch penis was solid and throbbing in his pants. they walked up the sair together. when they go o her door she invied him to call over for.