..nothingI think he felt that I was embarrassed and that I was about to cryI felt his chest swell up as he took a deep breath...Rob: That's ok cutie, ...othing to be ashamed about. It's normal. it happens to me a lot, so there is nothing to be ashamed of.Me: oh yeah? really?...what does it mean?Rob: sometimes when a boy gets excited, he get what its called a "hard-on"Me: what's a "hard-on"?He chuckles as he grabs my little 2" uncut dick through my tighty-whitties and saysRob: This is a hard on.. Also, the sounds around her were foreign, the soft rustling, as if of silk, the whisper of murmuring voices, the faint music drifting in from a room nearby. She turned over slowly, feeling silken sheets slide over her bare skin. Whoa, wait a minute, Cypress thought, coming fully awake in an instant. Where the hell are my clothes? She sat up, clutching one of those sheets to herself—not that it did her much good, as it turned out, the sheets were sheer. Cypress folded herself up, trying to cover. I reached to pinch her nipples. Caitlin liked that, so I hoped Emma would too.Suddenly, her ability to make noises went away, because all she did was sit, rigidly, moving her hips only an inch or two, grinding her clit against the base of my cock, and breathe raggedly. Again, she closed her eyes tightly and, in slow motion, she bent her arms, lowering herself to lie on my chest, with her face in my neck."I love you," she panted."It's just a crush," I said, grinning."I love you," she. When no-one's home, I walk over, ring the doorbell and then check the door, if it was open I'd go inside.My heart would start to race about twenty feet from the door, and as soon as I turned the knob my cock starts to stiffen, I undress inside the door and stroke my throbbing cock, while I seek a new prize. I always smell them, jerk off and shoot a load of cum into them and then lick it up, savoring the taste of our mingled juices, I then wear them for the rest of the day, and add them to my.