Now everyone would know what I had been doing, or so I thought.During this time, a sixteen year old girl from up the block talked me into going into h...r garage with her. She told me she could give me lots of pleasure if I would show her my pecker. (Everyone called it a pecker in those days.) I was curious, so I dropped my shorts. She said, "Boy it sure is little." I'm going to regress a little now. I had been born at my grandmother's house and had not been circumcised. With the foreskin still. She’s so wet and incredibly sensitive down there. “Awwww baby!!! You’re going to make me cum again!!” I finger her pussy rapidly, the entire time I look deep into Violet’s eyes. I watch her expressions go from looks of sharp pain to lustful pleasure. She can’t handle the sensitivity! I love it! “LUKE I’M GOING TO CUM!!!!” As my fingers rapidly thrust in and out of her, Violet’s eyes roll to the back of her head, as she starts to hit her second orgasm! And it’s a FLOOD! I start to get drenched. Wrestling may still be a nerdy sport for guys, but for the girls, it is heavenly. All different weight classes and sizes, but these were sparsely dressed, exquisitely muscled, grunting, sweaty specimens of testosterone-laden masculinity in tights. I could have enjoyed watching this at home on a DVD. It was downright arousing. Had this guy discovered some new kind of visual aphrodisiac for women?Had he been someone I would normally go out with, I would have taken him straight home and he would. The car lurched as they made the coast highway. They looked around. Nothing seemed familiar. There seemed to be a thick fog just in the distance. It blurred the landmarks so it was hard to tell where they were. They drove for an hour wandering around country roads. Something seemed off. No signs. No other cars. It was like a phantasm. Soon the sun was at its highest spot in the sky and they pulled over to get their bearings. When they pulled off the road they found themselves back at the dirt.