I'd get all hot and horny and have to leave and go home and jack-off. I have a 5.5" cut cock that was perpetually hard especially when I was around Na...e and these hot studs. One Sunday after running home to jack-off, I returned to Nate's about half an hour later only to find Nate alone as the guys had gone off to the lake for a swim. Nate came to the door wearing only a towel and I just stared and stammered. Laughing, he told me to get my "hot ass" inside before the neighbors saw him. I was. " Well, I just got so overwhelmed with that big black cock thrusting between my tits and into my mouth that I just had to feel it between my legs, but I was scared to put in me, so I got up turned around and straddled it like a bike seat as he thrust his rigid cock out and held it there. I could feel each rippled vein rub across my clit as I slid my soaking wet pussy back and forth on top of his massive shaft, and it stuck out between my legs at least six inches each time my ass hit that dirty. ‘I guess I better go.’ ‘I’ll walk you to the elevator.’ It was just around the corner and down the hall, and I didn’t bother with my shoes, carrying them in one hand. ‘That really is a great dress,’ Josh remarked as he pushed the button. The doors opened immediately and he held them for me. ‘I can see why Catherine brought you home.’ ‘Tell her I said…’ Yikes. What should I say? I cringed, feeling awkward. ‘Tell her I said goodbye.’ He nodded. ‘Goodbye to you, too, Just-Janie. Nice meeting. Grandma was 78 by the time I was born and I have no idea what number that husband was. He died when I was four-ish. I was scared of him. He was so old he looked like a skeleton with skin and he moved.So my mom’s early childhood was a Kentucky farm during the Great Depression. She told us one year for Christmas she got a single orange and that was it. No Christmas dinner, no other gifts. A single orange was the whole kit and caboodle. When she was about twelve she went to a sleepover. Some guys.