. Ah ... Yes ... Tristan, fuck me ... Yes ... Ah ... God that's good ... Tristan, yes, faster, harder ... Fuck me..." And then I came again, screaming...into my pillow.When I came back to earth, I grabbed my phone and texted Marisol."U Up?" I wrote."Y." She texted backI called her. "Talking to you got me so hot! I started a fantasy where the new couch caught me in the boy's locker room." What? Why where you in there?" Marisol asked."To get caught, of course." What happened?" He took a picture of. Obviously I agreed and made room for her…. She sat right next to my hips on the sofa where I was sleeping…. Looked at me in the eye… I saw a different look in her eye and realised she wants me too…. She held my dick and started rubbing it up and down…… I didn’t react for a minute and was shocked out of happiness that the woman of my dreams is holding my dick….When I came back to my senses, I held up my hand on her face and she started licking my fingers like a hungry cat….. I moved my hands. Also, they had enough differing interests, Barry with his sports, and Jez with his drama and art obsessions, not to always be in each others pockets; they had some breathing room in their relationship.Second year there, they had a brief split, Jez walked out after an argument. Next month or so Barry found a couple of other guys to fuck, he guessed Jez had too, but somehow it was never as good. It was fun, but the chemistry the two enjoyed was somehow missing, on both a physical and. Freddy was 18 and very muscular. He played for the football team and surffed. He was 6 foot 1 and 150 lbs of pure muscle. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing nothing but black basketball shorts and Nikes. Nat walked in and started laughing once he saw Christina's face. "I see Christina found something she likes. Chris, that thing you're drooling over, yeahh that's Freddy. Now wave or say hi." She looked at Nat and said "Heyy, I found something Nat likes and doesn't want.