” “You are certainly getting you share of stares tonight. Look around, a lot of guys here want to approach you, but they’re inhibited by my pre...ence. I think it would be a good idea if you were to experience some of that, so I will go back downstairs, and come back later. Is that okay?” “You mean leave me here by myself?” “Trust me, you won’t be by yourself for very long.” Saying that, he got up and left, assuring me he’d be back later. Christ, now what, I wondered. I didn’t have to wonder. He had been wrong about the jar, there was no liquid in it, only worms. He feels one after another slip between his fingers, then down his urethra, even though he has a tight grip on the head of his penis. Now, there’s a sharp biting at the base of his balls, and then several actually on his balls. Tom screams as the worms burrow into his ball sack and beyond, even though the pain is minimal after the first stinging bites. They are now flowing down his penis, and starting to flow into his. She and I have the same hair color, same eyes, same busty figure (hers is sleeker) and the same flirtatious teasing personality.The only things I have on her are eight years of age (she's pushing 40 by now) and, oh, about 30 IQ points.Dave was trying to get a rise out of me. I thought it was cute and decided to do just the opposite of what he expected.Instead of either ignoring him or standing in front of the TV and tapping my foot in feigned jealousy, I went into the living room and. I often saw a young lady along the same trail; sometimes running in opposite directions, and sometimes following her round, tightly clad bottom for a short distance.We exchanged smiles, and the odd, breathy 'Morning.' as we ran by each other.One particular morning I awoke, cock rigid (as is often the case) and pulled on my running shorts and tee-shirt and headed out to the woods. The woman was there, and this morning she was wearing a skimpy vest top which barely concealed her medium sized,.