"Of course he is." That would be so cool, going out with two boys," Vicky sort of sighed. She was a little chubby and pretty quiet usually, the kind o... girl a cheerleader was supposed to ignore, if you believed that stuff."Yeah, it is." I smiled at her. "Except they like to tease me." They do?" Vicky didn't believe me; she probably figured a girl like me had never been teased in her life."Oh yeah," I nodded seriously and of course the girls wanted to know everything because most of them didn't. He had a magnificent specimen, long and thick, the way a nice cock should look and when he noted I was looking straight at him he cheekily waved to me, and I flashed him a huge smile, acknowledging my participation in his showing, and when he finished pissing, he started wanking.My, how he grew, so thick and sturdy, a magnificent manhood at an incredible angle, so high in fact it stood flush with his stomach.My lips were dry and my pussy wet, so I used my tongue to wet my lips and show him I. Ridhi: Take off your shirt, or it will get wet.Nag: Thanks, I almost forgot.I stole a quick glance as he took off his shirt and threw it on the bench. He wasn’t exactly ripped, but his chest was flat, and he had flat abs – a well-maintained body for a 35-year-old man. I was dying to touch my fanny but restrained myself.Ridhi: Sorry, it feels odd with the door open. Can you come inside and close itNag: yeah, I’ll take off my jeans too, just don’t look backI took off my pajama and saw Nag’s hairy. And it keeps on going, and going, and going... It’s very hard to explain and incredibly difficult for people to comprehend but hurting yourself is very addictive. I have no idea why but that’s the only word that I can find to at least try to explain. People often mistake is as a suicide attempt but that’s just because the most common place to cut is arms. It’s not about dying, it really isn’t. It can be a cry for help but for most it’s to help cope with emotional pain. It’s a completely.