On one such day it was late in the evening and Ron and I had finished a long day’s work. Ron was unusually friendly and seemed overly interested in ...e. I didn’t think much about it other than being a little flattered. I had secretly admired Ron for a long time for the way he looked. He stood six foot tall and even as an eighteen year old he was filled out with broad shoulders and a washboard stomach. His arms were well muscled and tanned as much as they could be in the God forsaken dusty. This thing had to be probably twenty-five inches. When the screen came on, I was amazed: it was a color television. I had seen one at Sears and Roebuck the previous year, but no one I knew had one.We all sat in front of the TV snuggled together on a couch, with me in the middle. Each girl was holding one of my hands. In unison, they lifted my hand and put my arm over their shoulders and then snuggled even closer with their free hands playing with my shirt.I was curious, “Have you two always. I ran my fingers down her long, lovely legs and grasped her feet in both of my demanding hands. I felt her shudder as I pushed my fingers between her toes. She was one of those women that took good care of her toenails and I appreciated the vision of their cherry pink glow and neatly trimmed appearance. I rubbed my pre-cum dripping dick all over the bottoms of her feet and placed wetness on her toes to anoint her with my beginning juices.“Don’t fuck with my feet, you perverted bastard!”The. .. I couldn't get the babes to 'tap my copious supply'. My 'wet-dreams' were literally 'fucking fantastic'. In my dreams, all the cute girls were hot for my young ass. I conjured any movie star I wanted, 'Especially Marilyn Monroe and Martha Heyer (oh God, I loved fucking Martha). They came to me all the time begging me to take off their cloths and fuck their hot sexy bodies. And I never refused giving them what they demanded every time they asked! What a guy! In my dreams, I was a real.