They pumped at his jism-producing rod until he came dangerously close to shooting off his wad.Then, with his erection sweaty and heated and ready for ...he big killing up Sharon's asshole, he pulled out. He reared back with a big smile. Sharon turned around and asked what the problem was. Davey told her that he liked to feel her asshole around his cock, but that he preferred, when it came to orgasm, to be inside her pussy. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He took her hands. It was the realization of an odd, unmatched feeling-a sensation creeping up on her slowly, yet powerfully, almost in a mystical manner. It was so strong that it managed to obscure every other emotion, fear, and distress in her life; it was so mighty that it promised to change her 18 naive years of life for good. Now, on her way to a brand new beginning as a college student, it was more intense than ever; it had her trembling and nervously looking around. In fact, it had her constantly looking. And started to cry.I couldn't think of anything to do except continue to hold him. I couldn't think of anything to say that would make everything better. So I held him, reassured him, stroked his hair. When he was ready to talk again, he would talk.***I cried myself to sleep that night. Andy was my best friend: he knew everything about me. Well, a lot, anyway. There's always that core of yourself that you keep hidden.I did indeed know how it was: too many secrets. When you grow up in a group. When I finished and returned to where they we're sitting Susie patted a pillow next to her and said sit down here baby. I smiled at her and was rewarded with a wonderful kiss after I was seated and then took a toke of the weed they had already been smoking and passed it on to Billy. After everyone had had a few more puffs and I had played bartender a couple of times. We we're laughing about something Billy had said about Susie almost causing me to wreck the car on the way home. After we settled.