"I'll be back for you at five," she said. "HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY WACKO!!?!?" I yelled in a hushed voice. "HOW THE HELL AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN THIS??..." "You'll think of something," she said, dropping the keys into her cleavage. "You always do." "But suppose I have to go to the bathroom," I countered. "Don't give me that," she said. "I've seen you go for a whole day without visiting the bathroom." "But...," I tried to say. "SHHH! The subject is closed. I'll be back at five. Bye."She turned and. I would like to be open and bubbling with enthusiasm but I always get bogged down in analyzing the consequences.Here I am almost 25 years old and I am still a virgin. It is not because I am unattractive. I don't want to brag or seem like an egomaniac but I am what guys call "stacked".Ever since I was about 21 and out on my own, I have relied on my toys to keep me satisfied physically. When I have used them vigorously, I am able to fall into a relaxing sleep. Admittedly it is an act of. I arched my back at just the right angle, then thrust deep into her and pierced her inner-ring, gripped her shoulders, and fracked his fat ass until she whined like a baby. I tied the bungee cord to a column and ordered her like a bitch to stay put until I returned. I walked over to Diggs, as her bottom lip quivered. I snatched the cord from his hands, wrapped it around his wrist which binned them together, then d****d the opposite end over and around a steel pole. I guess it might’ve been. You do like it slow, don't you?" At that she reached for a lever on theside of the chair. She started lowering her face to mine, with her eyesalmost closed, her lips puckered. Just as our lips were about to touch,the chair started tilting back until I was practically laying down, myhead resting back over the sink.When I came to a stop, her beautiful face kept approaching, until herlips met mine. She kissed me for a good five seconds and I could feelthe just the tip of her tongue pushing.