It was odd because I remember studying it and thinking that half the stuff on it we already had in the fridge. I certainly didn't complain though, I w...s a little bored and looking forward to the long three miles country walk along the remote lane by the river with the two dogs for company, perhaps she had sensed that I was bored and had just sent me off for that walk on purpose.'I might even visit my "secluded sexy pool" again', I thought, my hormones kicking in again.Bill was tied up outside. A younger Jake. This Jake was just a shell of what he once was. The butterflies left him long ago and the hunt has been replaced by his own longing for just an hour ofconversation with someone who might actually be interested in him. Jake often found himself profiling the bar patrons as he watched their antics with each other. The yuppies who had way too much hope and enthusiasm… the lounge lizards who all seemed to shop at the same clothing stores… and had the same barbers… the underage. However, back then I didn't quite understand the simple fact that a word like "student" wouldn't have the same meaning in English as it has in Dutch, and because I didn't even mention my age I got quite a few replies of people who actualy thought that I was studying at university. Most of those "adult" replies I simply threw away, but one caught my eye almost immediately. It was from a Canadian woman who was looking for a penpal who was openminded, sexy and young enough to enjoy the simple. By the time I pushed my throbbing dick back in my pants and washed up I had let a few minutes pass. When I got outside Cynthia wasn’t out yet. After a few minutes I knocked on the door and pushed it open a little bit. ‘Cynthia? Are you still in here? Are you OK?’ ‘I’m, I’m still here. I’ll be out in a few minutes.’ Her voice sounded strained. I immediately thought of her sitting in the stall fingering her pussy. My dick throbbed and I had to grab it hard. By the time she came out I had a.