“Hey… hey, Lesley, there’s no pressure,” he concluded.As I walked back to my place that evening I could have kicked myself. I was nuts about t...is guy but didn’t realise how much I was still hurting. Being some straight guys experiment, however, wasn’t going to solve my problems either, and concluded that I had possibly done the correct thing.I did not see Hank for the following three days and was worried that I had offended him. I thought incessantly about Hank during this time. Yes, I wanted. ”She opened her eyes and smiled. “I just need some energy.”Ricardo shook his head and tightened his grip. “Don’t do it. If you boost her energy, I will snap her neck.”“You snap her neck and you’ll have more than him to worry about, mister,” Lisa said.Part of me was happy to hear this from Lisa. It meant that the magical effects of the key had fully ended. However, this wasn’t Lisa’s fight. “Lisa, while I appreciate your choice to help, this is a fight you cannot win.”She threw me an angry. I looked at the folds in between her legs. Beneath the mass of black, curly hair, there were two folds of flesh. I traced my fingers through them, and found the entrance at the base, almost at her back door.I slowly eased my pizzle in. She panted. The sensation was incredible. I rub off almost every day, but the sensation of her soft, moist, warmth around my pizzle was nothing like my hand. I panted, and so did she.I lowered myself all the way in and lay down on top of her. I couldn’t. This was the 1980's and nearly all women had hairy pussies back then. I remember looking around at all these women with their hairy pussys, all slighly different in colour and in thickness.I also looked in amazement at their breasts, some small, some bigger, and then the women who had really big breasts, and also their nipples were all different types and sizes. I remember my auntie saying stop staring, but the women did'nt care, most of them were mums and they were'nt bothered. it was more.