Anyways, I don't mind being by myself, see I have a little addiction. I love to surf the web late at night, reading erotic stories, entering discussio... and blog forums, anonymously of course, but the excitement is very palpable for me.Let me tell you a little about myself before I continue, see I think of myself as decent looking, I mean I work out, not obsessively but enough that my stomach is flat, thank god, no rolls here. I have measured myself for bras and such and I run at a 36 D, not. That’s why I wanted to talk to her. You know, to see how she’s doing, if she’s in college, that sort of stuff. Look, we could have kept in touch when I moved. I mean, we e-mailed each other a few times once I got to SouthPointe. Then we didn’t. We made new friends and found different interests. We were friends because we lived close to one another and we both played on the same youth soccer team. We both liked to read science fiction. That’s hardly enough to form a lifelong relationship. Amy broke the kiss. Tyrone was about to complain, but then she spoke up. “I want to try something” Amy got on her knees and gasped when she realized the massive bulge in Tyrone’s pants. She had never seen a penis before, so she was extremely curious about what it looked and felt like. Even as a middle schooler, Tyrone had a massive cock. Amy slowly unzipped his jeans and undid the button. Then she reached in, grabbed his thick cock, and pulled it out. It was about seven inches, and definitely. “Right” I said, taking a sip of my coke. “You’d like it”, she said, looking at me intensely. “What’s the supposed to mean”, I said. “Nothing”, she said, “It’s just like really fun and stuff”. “Ahaha” I said, giggling. “But do you think you’re a lesbian?” I asked, “Maybe”, she said, I don’t mind looking at girls. “Can you not be mean about it though”, she said. “Okay, I won’t be mean about it”, I said, laughing again. “Stop laughing!” she yelled, hitting me on the leg and leaving her hand there.