I quickly excused myselffrom the dinner table running for the bathroom where I stood now. Stillmy penis was dripping with semen, the tip of it looking...pink and raw.Just then a knock came on the door... * knock * *knock* *knock*."Mr. Parsons are you in there?" I heard Chris say as he flung the dooropen. I turned to face him with my penis still out dripping cum. "Mr.Parsons...are you a little excited about something?" Chris said amidst agrin of sheer malice. He inched closer shutting the bathroom. Quietly. She groaned. "I bite my lip to keep from moaning as I slide your zipper down and tug your jeans off of your hips. 'Please, baby, I need you,' I murmur as I slide my hand along your hard length." I grin and arch up against your hand, using one hand to pull you down for a kiss. My tongue slides between your softly parted lips and massages yours lightly as my other hand lets go of your wrist and slides between your thighs.Are you hot for me, baby girl? Jane's eyes glazed over as she slid. Maybe it’s the high school senior who always gets picked on because she has twice as many pimples as the rest of the student body combined. Maybe it’s a middle-aged man who works down in the sewers fixing pipes and wading through… well… you know. These people have a lot to complain about and you think to yourself, “wow, their life must really suck”.So why are they always so damn happy? Never without a grin, always giving an enthusiastic wave and a “how do ya do” no matter what time of the day. I had been wiping my cock with a silk pocket handkerchief, to prevent any sperm getting on to my shirt. A happy idea came. “Let me feel you, and do it again and I will give you this silk handkerchief, for I have no more money.” Laughing and saying, “I suppose it is silk,” she accepted it. I think now of the exquisite delight, with which I felt the thighs and bum of that poor woman, who might for all I could see, have had the great, or the small pox, or have been as ugly as the devil; but I.