.. I do care. About you. But... not... what... room... you... were in.”And I just fell back on my bed squeezing my eyes shut and I thought 'Fuck, wh...t's wrong with me?'And Cait said “You okay?” and I said “No”.Then she said “You wanna meet up?” and it sounded like she was trying to talk through a lump in her throat also and that made me almost howl, and I said “Yeah”.So we agreed to meet at the coffee shop, and I was there forty minutes early and I checked the time on my phone every two minutes. We are covered and filled with them. We get sperm from everywhere. It doesn’t stop our fuckers who keep coming. Many stay to enjoy our holes throughout the weekend. We scream and squeal like sows all the time.A few stops to drink, eat. My friend even got fucked while eating, leaning on the table with her big ass in the air, one of the men was pounding her while she was trying to eat. It drove me crazy and so I also put my ass up and here I was pounding like a bitch on the kitchen table kissing. Living in the "Bible Belt" we didn't have sex education in school, and my parents never discussed sex with me, so the mechanics of sex were unclear. And I had never heard of masturbation. I had of course discovered on my own that rubbing my dick felt good, although I had no idea what I was doing, or what it meant. However, I was soon to find out. One day while in the shower soaping up and enjoying rubbing my dick, it suddenly became even more rigid and started pulsating. A warmth then began to. He was happywhen he was around them, but he knew it wasn't right. Even though itdidn't feel wrong to be around them, he knew at some level it was wrong.There were also boys at school who he liked. He didn't mean like, but hemeant like like. He watched them and hoped they would talk to him. Butthese boys didn't really talk to girls and they pretty much didn't talkto him either. It was more likely they would hit or insult him than totalk nice to him. Jay didn't mind though. The little.