"I didn't tell him." I waited for the disappointment and condemnation but it didn't come. If anything, he looked sympathetic. "You don't confront peop...e very often, do you?" "No, I don't. I really haven't had to, much." His phone started to ring. I turned to leave but he held up a finger. "This is Daniel Preston," he answered. "Thanks, Judy. Yep. I'll call you back in ten minutes. I have something I need to finish here." He hung up the phone and turned back to me. I know it was a little thing,. And sends me this pic of his fat cock stretching her asshole out and holy fuck i had to jerk off right then. (i lost that pic unfortunately) She would tell me stories of him fucking her in all these positions and every detail. A week or so after she messages me and says i have a present, and i'm thinking oh awesome i wonder what it is! she sends me a bunch of pics of her fucking this guy hard and says "there you can cum to this probably eh?) and well i know what your all thinking and yes i have. While living there I had a ton of fun with all the girls I could. My rather modest success with the girls was very exciting, however they could not satisfy a strong and persistent desire of mine. Forbidden fruit. This desire welled from the taboo of being naughty and feminine. It came from cock fascination developed during masturbation. It came from mutual masturbation experiences with a friend during our teen years. I desperately wanted to experience my fantasy of teasing and pleasing another. Jake said I would be staying in thecabin until he returned. I asked him if I could go buy the personal items Ineeded, but he said no. He told me he would take care of the problem when hereturned.I waited in Jake's room for five hours, with the taste of his cum on my lips,thinking about what I had done, wondering what Alison would think, or mymother. But also thinking about him, and that big, hard piece of meat I hadsuckled like a college coed. I couldn't help but go over the experience againand.