“Oh, fuck!” I groaned, especially once the new lady stood and disrobed in full view of everyone present.She was exquisite, too, from head to toe, ...ith pink dyed hair in a pixie cut to small, but perky tits to very fine, graceful hips and legs ... and then I saw it ... her dick ... but no balls. The mystery surrounding this woman was solved to an extent, but only up to that point. I pulled her close, seeing the expectant, worried look on her face. I could see hope in her eyes that I would be. Life is just fucked up that way.” “Yeah, and birds don’t fly cuz they have a choice.” Her lips were slack and slightly parted. He wanted to kiss them with his whole body. He wanted to give her half the years he’d lived in that one, single, life-affirming kiss. But he wasn’t going to introduce her to the creature the taste of other men would turn him into. They were nothing but scars on the walls of his heart’s cathedral, and the burning rush of blood in his cock was making him dizzy. He slid. After taking a gulp, she asked: “So?”I looked at her with a curious face.“So, how is college going on?”“Good,” I replied.I got that she was in a good mood to talk. “So what do you think about changing the car?” I asked her.“Hmm. Yeah, thinking about it, need something really good this time.”She had actually test driven a couple of cars the weekend. She told me she doesn’t want a sedan or SUV, she needed a small car but powerful and packed with features. Our conversation went on for some. My first orgasms were exhilarating, and I had multiple. My curiosity turned into addiction, and I spent every available opportunity sneaking a peak any erotic material I could get my hands on. And as soon as I could get my hands on that material, I got my hands on myself. My masturbation grew into rituals. Every time I bathed and without exception, before I slept. Soon, I invented reasons to be alone, and anyplace, public or private; I would play with my developing body. It was only a.