Now it was time for them to bend and stretch the back thighs and this time again I asked them to do it with books in their hands.This works-out like a...dead lift exercise for back thighs also known as hamstring muscle. This time when they were in bent down position I placed my palms on their thighs at the same time. This time I kept it in a way that my palms were exactly on the upper thighs and my fingers in the groin area.For some reasons un-known I liked the touch of his cock also. Then I. You look around to see if you’re being watched. You want to take this moment to relive your fondest memories of being a child: you want to jump up and down, feel the rain splash up your legs. And, if the puddle is deep enough, it might even be possible to splash your face. You smile from ear to ear and continue dancing, just because you can, reviving those childhood memories.Watching the rain from my bedroom window and remembering my actions as a child, I can’t resist. Jumping out of bed, I run. "Once." He licked his lips and looked away. "I think she kissed me." He blushed."Okay, let's start there." She plunked herself down on his ample lap, put her arms about his neck and kissed his mouth, long and hard. Then she turned her head the other way and kissed him again, open mouthed, and their tongues tangled and his breathing got a bit ragged. Then again and his hands finally came up and held her to him as he kissed her while he petted her back and held her butt, snorting and getting. I wasn't deluding myself into thinking otherwise; and yet, that ache, that deep ache I had in my heart wishing that I could, was both bitter, as well as one of the sweetest I'd ever felt in my life; and so, as the hours past, I quietly sat in my bedroom watching interracial porn on my lap top, and stroking my cock as I did.My five inch cock was no match for the sort of cocks that Megan preferred. Nor did I have a black cock, which was the other thing she preferred---but I didn't care. My heart.