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My mate and I were by now really turned on and the idea we had been caught and could easily be watched (we could hear our visitor working noisi...y on the roof above us) drove us pretty wild. We got together and shared a joint he had considerately brought along, nice strong weed. Off came my shorts, and my boner sprang out in the fresh air. I walked a little bit away from the building to see if I could catch our visitor watching us: there I was in the middle of the garden, wanking my rock-hard. Victor smiled remembering his first apartment, decked out like any 21-year old who was trying to be somebody would have. A bookshelf full of Chaucer and Dolstevsky lay across one wall, sprinkled with free verse poetry novels and a few notebooks of Victor’s own work. A stack of medical textbooks sat on a checkered coffee table next to a rarely used ashtray. Victor’s plans for medical school were fleeting at best, ideas always grabbed him strongly but never stayed for long, and the power of a. “God this feels good. Do we really have to go shopping, or can I just stay here for the next couple of hours?” No time to answer now. Ruth-Ann pulled her soccer shorts off, realizing that her pussy was so wet that the juice had seeped into the crotch of her shorts, making them nice and juicy also. She ran her fingers through her pubic hair, quickly sinking her first two fingers inside of herself. God she was turned on. She closed her eyes for a second, bringing her fingers back out and up to. “You’re shitting me,” one of the other cheerleaders gasped when she thought we were out of earshot.“Ladner!” Coach shouted across the gym as I walked in to dress for our afternoon practice.“Now what?” I wondered silently. There was a very attractive and slightly nervous woman in his office.“Jim, this is Rachel Jansen. She writes for the Anaheim Gazette and wants to do a short article on you,” he said much too casually. When I coached, I always gave my players a heads-up and warned them what.