"Besides, what are friends for?" She smiled her average smile and I watched as her average ass bounced away. My mind was already filling her with my c...ck and forcing my real one to swell a bit.I pushed it away and kept on baking. The hours passed, Marsha took her bread, and when I got home I slept after masturbating with an image of her in my mind, ass in the air and filled with my cock. This happened most nights, not always with Marsha in mind. Customers would come in the summer with asses. "I think she was way more excited about it than I was. I went upstairs did my homework and studying; then after supper went down stairs and pushed my work out to my limits.What was I thinking, going to the prom, I still wasn't sure about my own sexuality. My male brain was into girls, my body was pushing me toward boys, I was still a virgin and very confused.I have to admit that the gown made me really look good. It fit snuggly from my waist down and showed off just enough of my chest to insure. You get undressed and hop in, I'll get the lord and master a glass of ice water, can I get you one too?As Kathy walked towards the kitchen I was drawn to watch her ass. Every time I saw her naked, the firmness of her body amazed me, and now as she was walking away I could see the color in her ass from my spanking. Boy was that a turn on! But the exposure of firm 17 year old tits will always trump a 30 plus ass. Now, I'm an only child, I never had a sister to grow up or peek at, the closest I. That Marcia rents." Yes I do. Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you." I've heard a little bit about you, too."She offered me some leftover cookies but I begged off, claiming I wasstill full from breakfast. She offered me a cup of coffee, which I took.She told me that Marcia had made the cookies, so it seemed kind ofchurlish not to take one, after all. I pocketed it for "later." Then sheasked me where Marcia was--she called her "Marcia," not "your dad" or,even worse, "your mom," which I.