All we're doing is secretly sharing our perverted fantasies. We're two adults, and no one else is involved except the characters we create in our fer...ile imaginations. Characters whose ages are more often defined by single digits than two. By numbers like 9, 8, 7... When we're alone together nothing in our secret fantasy world is off limits and our appetite for sharing and exploring our desires together is ravenous. We can be oh, so very depraved with our shared thoughts and ideas. If. “No. It… it’s sort of sexy… exciting I mean.”“Have you ever gone to bed with another girl?” I askedher.“Once, when one of my girlfriends slept over. We messedaround a little.”“Did you like it?”Lisa’s eyes dilated, “Yes.”“Are you still a virgin?” Tracy’s voice asked from theedge of the kitchen.Tracy was wrapped in a robe, leaning against the wallbehind Lisa. Lisa turned around, a little. "Mornin, my dream," I returned. "Did I keep you from sleeping last night?" Not in the least, sweetness," he said, kissing the top of my head, nuzzling me. This conversation is because I found out that after a lifetime of sleeping alone, the presence of another human being in bed was something that needed a bit of getting used to. Conversations the first morning after we'd slept (actually SLEPT) together confirmed that we'd both awakened when the other moved."But then I realize that it's YOU and. I would take deep whiffs, inhaling my own foot funk. It got better throughout the year as the sneaks got more and more dirty, and thus more and more stink. My jeans would come off quickly—then flat on my back with dick in hand. Pulling hard on it's massive 9”, well---massive for a freshman, rite ? Pulling with my right fist, with my left arm raised up to the back of my head, I would now start huffing on my hairy pits. Still wet from practice, and sometimes still dripping sweat down my rib cage,.