Some deep-seated association neurons transmitted very faint memory impulses into my subconscious. A faint warning signal — but not so faint that I i...nored it. This was at a level below intuition — some sort of primitive survival mechanism was at work.Then I flashed on it — Rumpled Suit’s slightly bowlegged gait. Wexler! I’d noticed it in Billings and somehow it registered here. I dropped everything and dove back toward my truck, drawing my Heckler & Koch without consciously thinking about. This time he tied it a lot tighter than normal to the point Gemma questioned it and asked for it to be lossened. "Shut it bitch" came a stern replyGemma was taken back by his tone and words but guessed he was now in roleplay. Not sure what to say or do, she stayed quite for the rest of the journey. Again, as per normal, a little before they arrived she felt Dans hand on her knee. She had been anticipating it for the last 10 minutes or so. Instead of working his way to her pussy, he took her. My first real sexual experience would be with a boy, when I stayed over at his house one weekend night the following spring.Shawn was my best friend and we'd been hanging out all year. Like me, he was skinny, geeky, slightly odd looking, not part of the "in" crowd in my small town school, which my family had transplanted me to after a few rapid-succession moves.We'd slept at each others' homes a couple of times before and I had fantasized (and, yes, masturbated) to the thought of the two us. “You think this is a good idea?” I asked her as I slowly pulled the foreskin off my cock. It was still wet, and the stimulation on the tip made it hard again. I also started thinking about my stepmom, and as my cock grew bigger. I imagined her on top of my cock.“If she is willing, why not? Have you ever fully looked at your stepmom’s body? Can you explain to me how she looks like?” she asked me a question as I gently stroked my fully erect cock. “No, I have not. Wait, I will try if her door is.