During this time, a sixteen year old girl from up the block talked me into going into her garage with her. She told me she could give me lots of pleas...re if I would show her my pecker. (Everyone called it a pecker in those days.) I was curious, so I dropped my shorts. She said, "Boy it sure is little." I'm going to regress a little now. I had been born at my grandmother's house and had not been circumcised. With the foreskin still attached, my pecker stayed in its sheath. This really bothered. He pulled the panties apart, examining it thoroughly with first his eyes, then his fingers. “Looks and feels smooth to me, you did an excellent job! Let’s see how it tastes now.” He moved over and pat the bed where he had been sitting, where she leaned back onto a huge pile of pillows he had propped there. He placed a hand under each tan lined buttock, lifted and spread her, and plunged his tongue into her snatch. She groaned and gasped in delight, as he spent a good ten or fifteen minutes. Various thoughts immediately ran through my head, none of which would have furthered my career."Can I play the winner?" she asked. Her question made me glad I had spent a significant portion of my misspent youth hanging out in pool halls, as I was way ahead of Joyce in this game."Sure," I said, unable to say much else as I felt the blood run out of my brain and head further south. I could feel a mild bulge in my pants as my cock started to strain against my zipper.Debbie had a level of charm. I was ashamed to admit to myself, but despite how I’d bridled at Rocco’s sarcastic teasing, I felt the blood flooding into my dick, unable to tear my eyes from the couple in front of me. My own breathing was soon getting short and shallow in a poor man's mimic of Jill and Rocco’s own excited breathing.Again I felt a hand on my left shoulder. “Don’t they look hot. You’ve got a hell of a sexy woman there, Dave, buddy. If I’d had a woman like that waiting for me at home, hell I’d probably still be.