Often I would stay for a few drinks after my Wednesday practice, when the club was practically deserted, and Sally and I would talk, sharing our inner...ost thoughts at times. It was implicit that our discussions were never to be shared with anyone else, and I felt comfortable in that knowledge, trusting Sally with some quite private parts of my life. "You know what I need, Dan?" Sally looked me straight in the eye one Wednesday. "A fuck buddy." I almost choked on my drink, and laughed aloud.. If not, she’ll go to Stanford.”“What?!”“Well, she suggested we move in together when she graduates and that her parents would help cover our expenses. I pointed out that the only difference between that and marriage was the piece of paper.”“And what was your answer?”“That I’d have to think about it. She wasn’t upset by that, in case you’re wondering.”“Have you completely lost your mind?”“Funny, I could ask YOU the same question!”“Well, yeah. But come on Mike! Marriage? Now? Jesus, if you want. He then got the magic wand out of the bag and used some thin rope to tie it to my cock and ball pouch, it was tied tight and he was so ready to punish me, he plugged the wand into the mains and said get ready to cum for me, i sighed and he switched it on full power, and he stood up and filmed me wriggling and moaning as i was being pounded by vibrations.After about 3 minutes i moaned hard and gushed a lot of cum through the material of the leggings, he just laughed and let it carry on vibing, i. Shortly after boarding one morning, I seated myself in an aisle seat where I knew I would have a nice view of the stewardesses. On this flight, there was one particularly beautiful stew–a young Asian woman in her mid-twenties, about 5’7′, trim, and slender legs. Her name was Lynn. Her uniform consisted of an off-white, knee-length dress, coffee-colored hose, and 2′ heels. As Lynn walked down the aisle checking to see whether everyone was seated properly, I couldn’t take my eyes off her dress.