. her. I'm serious. She's not some delicate flower that needs your protection," he said, and he wasn't sure who he was talking about anymore, "now let...go of me," he said, bending Reggie's arms outwards in his grip. He wasn't sure if he could actually break Reggie's grasp, but it didn't matter, because Reggie let him go after a second of effort anyway ... which is when Rich realized his feet hadn't been on the ground. He stumbled."Oh, that's for sure. Rosie has her thorns. You'll find that out. Once home, I prepared to take a shower and then it hit me. The young girl and I had never exchanged names. I tried to remember what her name tag had said, but as hard as I tried, I couldn’t remember. I took off my shirt, and started the water. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them off. The left over aroma from our sex was a pleasant reminder of our passion. The small spots of blood in my briefs reminded me I had made her a woman. As I showered, my mind could not erase the erotic memory and my. Most would have a girlfriend for a month or two, but for the most part, we all hung out together, with Cindy being the sole female. We took advantage of that all we could. One of my friends in particular, David, was known to be sort of a horndog himself. He was always the guy who had a stack of Playboys and even hung up some of the centerfolds in his room. On days we were hanging out at his house, Cindy was always checking out the girls in the photos and making comments. I would always tell. Adam’s, on the other hand, was a thick, almost uniform column of male flesh, the purple head wide and blunt like a battering ram, as if designed to bludgeon its way in, his dark shaft heavily ridged and wrapped with thick veins, swollen with arousal. It was almost beautifully barbaric-looking, near-brutal in its sheer, unabashed masculinity, and it looked ready to pound and batter me into submission, demanding my orgasms.His balls, likewise, hung large and heavy in their pouch, one lower than.