I was feeling a little foolish playing games with a couple of eighteen year olds, but I let go of the light switch and didn't turn it off. If there wa... anything to that remark....waving good-night to each other....I wanted to find out. Besides, it was harmless, watching and waving across the driveway.They started undressing and playing grab-ass. When they were down to their shorts and T-shirts, they moved squarely in front of the window, one then the other, and peeled off their shirts and. She said I am not a virgin you know.I said well you certainly started young – how old are you 14?No I am 16 but not well developed yet. But that doesn’t matter – I still do it.I said I should say no but you seem to be pretty open about asking me - I am a lot older than you.How old – she asked.I am 24 – 9 years older than you.I haven’t been fucked by a guy that old before - my boyfriend is only 16– do you have big cock. He is pretty hopeless he always cums before I do and I hate that. Can you. Next to him was that of Patrick."Mr. Arther! Mr. Arther! Are you all right?" I?m OK. ...I guess." My reply came slowly.Hands and arms helped me up to my feet. Supported at first, but then on my own, I was escorted into the building where a small man looked on my head and examined me quickly."To my opinion, he is all right. Nothing but bruises." He told to Mr. Peters. Then turned and addressing me, "I advise you to go to bed now. Sleep it over. Maybe your girlfriend could read you some. I don't have a girlfriend to mess around with, since Cindy moved. What should I do, mom? Go out to a bar, take my chances on some babe I pick up and risk venereal disease? Or perhaps you know of a clean hooker I could afford to hire?Stung by his vehemence and flummoxed by the very private revelation of his personal sexual dilemma, she reacted defensively. “You're twenty years old and a handsome hunk, you mean you can't find a girl at your college who will give you a tumble, or look at.