..Rick stares at me bleary-eyed and silent. Even half-asleep and hungover, Rick is the epitome of masculine power. Dark hair, blue eyes, 250 lbs of so...id muscle packed onto a 6'4" frame. It's a real shame that the poor guy is dumb as a rock. That's actually why he's still here, living with Mom and Dad. He's two years older than me and was the town's great football superstar. Everybody swore he was going to be the next Drew Brees (I have no idea who that is... famous athlete or something) but. “Men are usually only interested in one thing when they talk to me. But tonight you were interested in me, not my body. And when you compliment me, it makes me feel special. I’m usually told how sexy I am blah blah, I’m sick of hearing it. But you said I’m a nice person. I like that, it makes me feel wanted.”Charlotte paused for a moment then said: “Sorry, I’m droning on, I’m still a little tipsy.”“Another reason we shouldn’t do anything sexual tonight Charlotte. You’ve had a bit to drink. And. His tool was limp.She started her story. “When I got to the office there was a man and a woman who told me to strip. I did and twirled around and they both smiled and said I looked good. I filled out some paperwork and they told me to come back at 1 o’clock because they already had something scheduled that morning but the afternoon was open. So I went shopping for a while and had a good lunch. When I returned I was introduced to a couple of hunky guys and was told that these would be my. I proposed that we go out to my sailboat that I kept on a mooring far out in the harbor. He agreed, and on the designated day, we rowed out to the boat, got aboard and went below. Once below, after some initial awkwardness, he unzipped his pants and extracted his cock. I reached out and as I began to stroke his still flaccid penis. I noted that even though I was taller than he was, even soft, his cock was much larger than mine was and quickly grew rigid under my stroking. In a matter of.