“Come and get me, boys.”They certainly didn't need telling twice. There was a growl from one of them as they got onto the bed with me, then I lost...myself in sensation. I was covered literally from the top of my head to the soles of my feet in pleasurable sensations. Hands, fingertips, mouths, tongues, even teeth, all applying pressure both hard and soft. Pleasurable little nips of teeth and lips covered me. Sometimes it was a gentle kiss on the eyelids and other times it was an almost painful. That trip is what leads me to think I’m not just wasting my time sitting here BS’ing with you. If your head was hard enough then, its still hard enough. ‘Of course I learned a helluva a lot about you on the way back. I’m hoping that this rap on your thick skull will get you talking again when you finally decide to wake up. I think I know why you turned and ran that last day that we were together. Oh yeah, that registered didn’t it? I saw you stir a little. Well, its true. I understand now why. Usually we just "Hey" in the hallway and that's the extent, but now there is something more for a change.She is a beautiful Blond woman about 5'5" probably 140lbs (muscle), perfect ass, and breasts. (Or I imagine) beautiful legs, wears glasses (turns me on), and now has a personality that is getting better by the minute of talking. I seem to be doing most of the talking, but she is listening intently, to everything I say about the music. I finally let her have a couple of words, and she decides. I love it when boys write them, but I like them more when their mothers write it, their aunts, etc. because it’s them which I can relate to the most. I also get turned on when I read those stories about mature women who turn on the spark in shy kids that are still unaware of the world of sex, those women who teach the kids a world full of new feelings, wetness and pleasure and let them inside the sweetest and wildest sexual experiences.I love relating myself to those lucky women that enjoy.