” “And do you enjoy it?” “Yes.” Again some hesitation, as if she was confessing to something bad. “That’s fine,” reassured Sylvie, giv...ng me a smile, which I took as encouragement to continue. “When your boyfriend touches you between your legs, do you have an orgasm? Do you cum?” I asked. Mandy looked puzzled. “Do you touch yourself there when you’re on your own?” Mandy hesitated. “Sometimes,” she whispered. “Is it nice?” “Yes.” That hesitation again. I looked to Sylvie to re-assure her.. As I got into the house I ran into my room got naked and started to stoke my cock as I was still shaking after what just happened, but so turned on that I came within minutes, shootingall up my chest, as I look at the mess I'm now in I can't help but wonder if I taste the same ashim, I ran my finger thought my sperm, picking up as much as I could I hold my fingers above mymouth and just allow the cum drip, before slowly sucking on my fingers not letting a drop escape my lips.A few day's later I. After a few hours, most everyone departed leaving me alone with Jen. We were both pretty inebriated, and that is probably what gave her the courage to ask me if I wanted to dance. I am not a dancer, but the alcohol and her forwardness persuaded me to agree. Out on the dance floor, she began to grind herself against my leg. I was sure she felt my member stiffen as she continued to grind herself on me. I said I was hot and needed another drink. Jen suggested we get that drink at her condo which. I believe he belonged somewhere on the African continent. He was strong built. The car smelled of cigarettes. I was okay with it because even I used to smoke.As we started, we exchanged names, and I dived into my phone. The usual teenage stuff, Facebook, WhatsApp, and bla bla. A few minutes into the drive, he desperately tried to start a conversation. To which I gradually had to give in, as I couldn’t afford being dropped off in the middle of the road.We talked about general stuff and out of.