Hence my “cynical” attitude.So here I am, a “rising senior” at 25, spending yet another summer at my parents’ place.Don’t get me wrong. I ...ove my parents and we get along great, and all things considered I’m happy here. They give me lots of space and don’t nag me about dating, or anything else for that matter.I’m just a little bored, that’s all. And horny. God, am I horny. Now might be a good time to describe myself. I’m medium height, a true blonde with green eyes and a nice smile, except for. “Yeah sure John. Why not? I’d love to hear about my mom in her younger wilder days. I bet you’ve got some good stories.” Ashley giggled as she gazed at John seemingly examining him from head to foot making that assessment that women make of males they are sexually interested in. “Are you sure you knew my mom that long ago? How old are you John?” Ashley had a mischievous sparkle in her eye. John blushed thinking about the gap in their ages and the erection he had in his pants from just looking. Lifting my head, I found a sight that brought even more arousal to my body. Black was now placing his two front past on my stomach. His hind ones remained on the ground, but I barely even noticed because my gaze was focused on the erect manhood that stood between them. I had no idea how he had gotten aroused so quickly, but I honestly did not care. All that mattered was that it grew ever closer to my pussy.“I can’t believe this is finally happening,” I thought. After all those years of. She asked where I’d been the previous evening. I told her the truth: I’d dined at the local Thai restaurant about six o’clock, returned home at half seven or quarter to eight, and spent the evening reading and watching the television news. I was in bed just after eleven. Yes, I’d been alone. I’d had no phone calls. The questioner returned to my encounter with Sura Drilea.“You said you’d never met Ms Drilea before she spoke to you three mornings ago, Douglas. But you knew who she was. How, if.