. what could I say? We never went out anywhere. Sure we'd go out to restaurants – everybody has to eat. But we didn't dance, or go to a movie, or go...to a party. She was adamant that she'd never 'do anything' with some guy she went with, or any guy she met at a party. We'd just stay at home: fuck, eat, sleep – that's what our time was spent on. With the emphasis on fucking.She was driving me nuts. Believe me when I say I wanted her. In every way. I wanted to go dancing with her, as bad a dancer. Why do this crazy shit?Lights off, open the blinds. I was trembling all over again, my hands shaking wildly. I had never done anything like this. I was doing it sober for God's sake!"You know," I criticized myself aloud, "someone with night-vision glasses or a low-light camera could short-circuit your lights-out safeguard right away. Have you considered that, Sherlock?"I was considering it now.But I was a boy. Who scopes the darkened bedroom of a teenage boy? No one. Unless he's a faggot like. I let out a loud yelp, not knowing whether to cry for the pain or scream for the pleasure. My hole was quivering uncontrollably as Sam began to slowly twist his wrist and rock his hand around in the overly stretched cavity. His movements were loosening me and he was soon pulling out and pushing in, my hole relaxing around his wrist. The combination of the dope and the fist in my once tight hole was making my head spin. Stu sat down on the couch in front of me, his limp cum slick cock seeming to. She laughed, took back the form and pen, winked back, and replied, "You've got me."I turned to go back inside, she turned to go back to the street, and it was over. Before closing the door, I turned, as I saw that she too had turned, and we waved our goodbyes. The very best way to extend the period of nudity, is to also wear a top of some sort, as well as the towel. It is commonplace for people coming from the surf, or having finished a long jog, to wrap themselves in a towel, remove the wet.