I don't point out all the pretty girlsI see. Why can't women be more considerate of my feelings? Due to my propensity for becoming a BFF instead of ... boyfriend my datingexperience isn't what it should be. I've gone out hundreds of times asfriends and as part of a group of girls. When I was younger the nicestworst compliment I ever had was when a friend's mother told me she didn'tworry when her daughter went out with me. She told me how nice I was andhow safe she felt about me being with. He was smiling... My hands began to move up and down, faster. They squeezed; stroked and rubbed. Then I felt his thick dick throbbed and his balls tightened.I closed my eyes, as my hands pumped faster…Soon I got down on my knees. That mushroom-shaped prick head pulsed between my fingers. My father in law smiled and asked me to open my mouth…Then I leaned forward and touched the purple head of his cock with my red lips.I held his prick in both hands and pumped hard. Ernesto put his hands on my. He stammered out a reply. Of sorts.?Trade you beers.??Are you trying to get me drunk?? Clyde traded beers.?Better you than me. You?re not getting laid, Clyde. Not on the firstdate. Got it??Clyde nodded. He took a sip of beer.?And no blowie.??There went every reason I have to live.??Get sodded, Clyde. I?m still mad at you.? Kinny handed him the shotof brandy. ?Respect.? He bumped a plastic cup against the glass mug.?Do you still have my bra??Clyde nodded. He showed it to Kinny. It was still in. I was 9 yearsold and had become very curious about girls. They had startedbecoming a subject of my interest about six months ago, and mytwo sisters were a handy way to study the new subject of myinterest. "James - are you listening to me? I don't like it whenI find you doing these things. I don't go through your room, andI want you to stay out of mine!" Julia really looked angry. "OK,OK s*s, I got your message. I wasn't hurting anything. I was justlooking!" I finally replied, not looking at.