There was a roar of laughter as I was let down to a standing position. A few pats on the shoulder from my immature friends as I wheeled around to figu...e out whose hand had just tucked me in. I spun into the soft chest of the chubby girl who was wearing a big smile and no obvious sign of embarrassment. I do not know what sort of perfume she was wearing. She smelled so good that I fumbled for a moment and simply said thank you. She was wearing a cat costume. Not the kind of super slut cat. She was streaming soft-rock music throughout the house. I could see thehalf-drunken margarita-glass on the coffee table. "Hi," she sing-songedas strode in. As I came around I could see her sitting cross-legged onthe carpet studiously concentrating on applying nail polish on her handwith the little brush from the bottle.Jess had been away on one of her frequent business trips. She'd gottenhome late Thursday night. She worked briefly from home that morning andthen took the rest of the day off. I. He was laying on his bed slowly stroking his hard penis and I don’t think he noticed me. A few days later, I sneaked into his room and found his stash and swiped a couple to look at myself. I didn’t know what I had found at the time, until I started to browse through them. I had grabbed a Penthouse and a Hustler. Needless to say, I had many a great masturbation session with those magazines. A few months later, I went back to look for some new material and I grabbed a couple more Hustlers. . The "best" part is that i had to take publictransportation to get there.Not only that the cars where like ants, one next to another as far as the eye could see, but,i was in the buss with my dick semi-erect, trying not to look like a fucking creep.Yeah, i know how this looks, but fuck you, i am young, horny and in a rush. 6pm, one hour left until we meet, and i was half way there.The last mile i got off...of the buss that is, and walked there.You should try walking when your dick is pressing.