"It's the only thing I can think of, and I need to get this done fast. It will be better for you, anyways."I was met with a few seconds of silence. He...ther finally started to speak. "Do it. I think I need to move on, anyways. I've got your back." Thank you, Heather." I said, hanging up. Instead of wasting time by looking for her, I'd just called her. The person I needed to find was Nathan, and I needed to find him fast.My eyes locked onto him outside of the front bus. I sprinted over to him and. ..and almost accomplished them. Under this type of stimulation, the old cliche of sex on a swinging chandelier would seem perfectly reasonable...and doable. Such is the power of testosterone.For instance, I can recall one particularly hormonal night when a young "lady" teased and seduced me mercilessly in my car throughout an entire forty mile trip while I drove her home from a night club back in my misguided - though delicious - youth. By the time we got two-thirds of the way there, I was a. "Shontay glowed with half-embarrassed pride.Now that they had patched up things and improved Shontay's confidence, Laura felt more relaxed about hurrying home to dress for work. Coming into her building, she actually ran into Mr. Gibson, Shontay's father, coming down to the lobby to get his morning paper. They exchanged morning pleasantries, but Laura could not ignore the look in his eyes. He clearly thought it very odd, and a little scandalous, that she would be coming in at seven o'clock in. His resolve didn't last; as soon as he got spanked, he jumped, and tho held in place, had kicked the air sideways, giving a front open view of his tiny, shriveled penis. The anxiety and pain had Pinky at his smallest. It was hardly the length and width of his fingernail, and when fully erect, was less thick than a pencil and shorter than his thumb. He had sparse, short pubes.The girls hugged and pointed phones, bonding as they could all laugh at the amusing scene of a naughty little boy being.