.," she tried to look for an explanation which would make the whole kiss thing sound more innocent than what it was. This time, I didn't run to help h...r find some kind of innocent reason for our kiss. I wanted to see where she would go with this."Because you hadn't had sex in a very long time and..."Oops. She realized after she already started that now it sounded even less innocent. Probably truthful, but less innocent nevertheless. Me kissing her for wanting sex was far from an innocent. Involuntarily, inconspicuously, I keep a close watch on her. She swims like she was made for water. Her strokes are absolutely regular, unfailingly smooth even though her deltoid muscles and triceps must be getting at least a little tired by now.When she turns and starts doing the backstroke, I am done. The sight of her chest rising out of the water with every downward movement of her arms and glimpses of her knees, thighs and hips make me think more intensely of her doing other things while on. It was always just, “Hi, how’s it going?” or, “What’s new?”I still like being around him a lot, and maybe someday I’ll just say, “Hey, Taylor, how about us jacking off together again?”I might even offer to jack his cock, if I think it might help. Who knows? Part two: Mason's storyWhen I was fifteen I realized that I was gay, but didn’t know what to do about it. So now here I was almost seventeen and I had never had sexual contact with anyone. I would have liked to talk to someone, but I didn’t. Thirty seconds or so had passed, when I dropped my tits down, kissed Maria, then kissed her neck, then moved downwards and was soon nibbling one of her massive nipples, she sighed. Alternating between one and then the other, her hand caressing the top of my head, I brought my hand up under her skirt and touched the front of her knickers. “Oh God Donna” she said, as I rubbed my hand over the front of her panties.Bending down in front of her I said “Maria hold your skirt up” she lifted it up and.