I found that newspapers my father collected for wrapping stuff occasionally had pictures of women in underwear and they gave me a good feeling. Anyway...I developed a habit of wanking and spunking over the girls. These were hidden in my bedroom and I was never challenged about them. Gradually I built a collection and put them in a folder. I was an only c***d and realised later in life a bit aspergic so never felt comfortable socialising with girls. Unlike many of the guys on XH I never had the. I picked her up, sat her on the dresser, and as she spread her legs wide I placed my cockhead to her now-dripping pussy and slowly, lovingly, thrust it all the way in. "God, I love your big dick," she said. "Fuck me slow and hard." I complied, and slowly sawed first in then out of her beautiful pussy. We soon were too hot to go slow, so I hooked her legs under my arms, picking her up to fuck her hard while standing up. She hardly weighed anything, but she was muscular as she clung to me. “I’ll be fine, don’t worry.”“Okay, well, let me get you some healing salve. And if you promise not to tell Jordan...” she leaned very close to him again, “I’ll be happy to give you a hand.”Wes’ jaw dropped.“You’d do that?”“Sure. Whatever you need to get me what I need.” She giggled.Wes looked around the hallway, now clearing out as class was about to start.“Meet you at lunchtime. Under the bleachers,” he said.She was waiting for him right where they’d agreed.“Thanks for doing this for me,”. I had no access to sex toys but had a variety of thums up soda bottles that partially satisfied my needs, ranging from the small through to the large family bottles when my urges became too much. I would often wander the house naked parading myself in front of the mirror, examining my body critically from every angle, wondering if it would please an unknown lover. Sometimes cursing as I wondered why my husband could not get an erection and satisfy my needs, was I that ugly? I could not.