A look a Crista’s dripping pussy might reinforce the impression. But, it was not ALL about sex! It was about lust AND love! “Luke, your ‘thing�... is gorgeous!” Crista brazenly announced. “What do you want me to call it? I guess I’ve heard most of the slang terms guys use, but I don’t know which you prefer. My friends Emily and Anna use ‘cock’ because it sounds the most grownup. Do you mind if I use it?”Without awaiting my answer, Crista tickled my erection with a tentative touch using only her. I was so nervous. I asked him not to tell anyone. As Tom squeezed my nipple and pulled it, he said this will be our little secret. I could feel my dick press against his hand as it stiffened. Moving his hand up he said, let's get this out of the way. He unbuttoned my pajama top and opened it. I leaned forward as he pulled it off me. Pulling me back against him, Tom squeezed my nipples again. A moan escaped as I felt a sting. Just lay back, Tom said. He'd move one hand down my belly, then up.. The next morning (my parents were absent) I wake up horny, as usual. I start thinking a good handjob to my aunt. It is very early when my door opens on my aunt. She looks at me in silence and encourages me to even enjoy. When I became calmer, she explains that during her marriage, her husband did not know what to do to make her come, she was so dissatisfied with the fucking. After the death of my uncle she made up largely with her dildo. While talking about it excites me and excites all alone. The time was rather early for me but the way things were going I didn't wantto disappoint. So that evening I rushed to get done work only thinking allday about what she could be so excited for.When I showed up at her place at 3:45pm she let me in and led me to thebasement like usual. I hopped right into the shower and proceeded likenormal. When I drew back the shower curtain in excitement, I was somewhatdisappointed because there was nothing there. I towelled off and went downthe hall to.