My mom had sent with him a green Celtics jersey and hat for St. Patty’s, after all my mom is white Irish-American. I thanked Josh for bringing the s...uff and quickly ripped off my shirt to try on the jersey to see how it looked. It was finally a hot, spring day and my chest glistened with a thin layer of perspiration. As I had just come off my indoor track season, my body was cut. Getting the jersey over my head I could see Josh staring wide-eyed at my flexing abs and the outline of my erect. I know it’s hard to imagine but I kept thinking of the morning’s events all the way into town, just the sex part. That woman’s face was etched in my mind, as was my earth-shattering orgasm. I wanted to chuckle a little bit and feel proud at my accomplishment but dire consequences awaited me if I didn’t fix that projector. My new pussy just tingled on that bike seat all the way there. Jake’s was on the outskirts of town and was home to a lot of people that looked for great deals. It used to. .." John said, holding up the head harness. They laughed. "But seriously, ordinary sex just never really did it for me. The bondage, when I did it to myself, just concentrated everything, and made it so much more intense. When I could do it to a woman, I knew the pleasure she could experience, and it thinking of it just charged the experience for me. The trouble was, usually that wasn't the case." "Well, I can tell you, that experience was certainly over- whelming for me. I felt helpless, but I. "I do, mom, I do," I assured her and I was about to prove it to her with another load of sperm. I ran my hands over thighs and her ass and then to the front of her panties. "I love the feel of your panties."She ran her fingers over the front of the panties I was wearing and then reached around to the back. She pulled on the panties and they slipped into my crack against my ass. "Do you like the feel of them in your ass?" she asked."Yes" I said quietly as I enjoyed the sensation of her silky.