The name will come to me later. What happened to Arthur Foley? He had a strong presence up to about ten years ago and then he just disappeared from vi...w. Had he died? Had he retired?I went over to the counter and spoke to the man I assumed to be the owner of the shop.“I see you have an Arthur Foley on the shelf. You don’t happen to have any, more do you? There is one about a train. I can’t recall the title.”“Ah, you’ll mean “The Train Now Standing.” An excellent book. Foley’s best if you ask. I, on the other hand, wanted it again but I wasn't feeling an attraction to anyone I went to school with so I just masturbated a lot with my fingers in my ass. I also started to date girls and got my first blow job at one of the keg parties. I was a swimmer so I was lean and was often told by my female friends that I had the body and ass of a fifteen year old school girl without tits. I had a bubble ass, stood about 5' 6" and weighed a whopping 145 pounds. Because I was a swimmer, I shaved my. We all ate lunch together. Bethany and Taylor were wearing butt plugs. As she sat down, I noticed that Suzy and her younger brother were now similarly equipped. The most fun, though, was in watching Claire and Mason. Suzy was sitting next to Mason. He had winced when he sat down. I looked because I was curious. He had the butt plug and it was forced further in his ass by its handle being pushed in. On top of that the leather sack holding his balls was stretched because it was pulled forward. She looked at me and smiled helplessly. ‘Enjoy the view, just get my zipper unstuck. We’re running out of time.’ I went right to work but it took time. Eventually, I worked the zipper free of the bunched up material. She finished dressing quickly while I stood there. I guess she realized there wasn’t much point in my stepping outside. I had already seen as much as I was going to see. She looked magnificent in that low cut bra. When she was ready, she looked right into my eyes. ‘Let’s keep this.