I was a favorite among the students because every guy wanted to be like me, and every woman wanted me. I don't know if it was my shoulder-length, curl..., dirty blond hair, with a goatee to match, or my blue eyes, dashing smile, or just my reputation, but every female student wanted me. Even if they weren't just trying to get a passing grade from me. I usually prefer women closer to my own age though, I'm 45, but you would swear I look more like I'm still in my 20's. It was approaching the end. He too is a new age hippie and in his faded shirts, hemp necklaces and beaded bracelets he is a perfect compliment to Yves’s flower child appearance. Peter is a jokester, outgoing and a blast to be around. At a concert one night with the ganja flowing and everyone grooving, a longhaired boy was next to Yvette and Peter passing a joint back and forth. From behind Peter thought this boy looked like it might be a girl with the long straight dark hair and lithe boyish frame with a small, yet almost. “It’s ok if you do” he said, “I would like it.” I had been staring at Jake’s cock in the shower. He had a nice thick 6 inch dick when it was soft. I often wondered what it would be like hard. I answered, “Well yes I did like it.” “Do you want to see it now?” he asked. I said yes. He then pulled down his shorts and revealed his already hard 10 inch cock. I just stood there. He asked me to come over there and I did as he said. He sat on my bed and grabbed my hand and had me sit beside him. “Do. "That is if I decide to keep you!" At last, she stopped, and I could feel her eyes on me, surveying her work. I felt her hands against my skin and I ached for her to touch me more as she reached between my legs to make sure the object that she had buried there was secure. "I gotta go back to work now," she said. "But I'll be back at the end of my shift so I can have some fun, too! Don't go anywhere!" Chapter Two I don't know how long I lay there tied to the bed. At first, I tried to escape from.