Even just a hug to let them know that you’re thinking about them. Or a card. Or flowers. Or a note. That’s really all it takes.”She threw one le... over me and I felt soft pubic hair on my hip. She was really pushing the edge of the envelope.“I’ve never done much of that, really. It’s good advice.”“You also need to just go with the flow more. You try too hard to plan things out. Sometimes, being spontaneous and doing something random is the best thing to do,” she said, tracing a line down my. I guess I was too used to jerking off…damn it.That night I was awoken to a rather loud and obnoxious knocking on my door. My alarm clock read three in the morning. When I got to the door there were two police officers standing there, one was a female. They told me that they were looking into the rape of my neighbor. What! Tommie had been found passed out on my lawn chair with obvious evidence of sexual assault. Her mother had called the police and since it was my lawn furniture they were. Joe pulled me up from my hips and told me to bend over the sawhorse. I did as I was told . I placed the first sawhorse just above my cock and the second I moved into place under my chest. The unknown man told Joe to secure me, and that made my head go up and my eyes get big. I started to speak when I felt the unknown mans cock being shoved back in my mouth. He bagan to fuck my mouth while Joe tied my ankles to the legs of the sawhorse and the he tied my hands to the far opposite legs of the. I didn’t exactly orgasm the instant I felt his breath against me, but Paul told me after I dribbled on his face. The other thing that changed; my language. Paul and were both brought up by parents that never swore, or discussed sex, so I guess we both had inhibitions. Now, when we were in bed, I wanted to tell Paul to lick my arse or my cunt, or pussy, or any other noun that came to mind. I wanted to tell him to put his cock in me, to fuck me. I didn’t want to hold anything back. There was.