"You're jacking off on account of me. You're horny for me--always have been."Denny didn't deny it. "H-how'd you know?"Christy could have told him that...she hadn't been asleep when he'd been fooling with her on the couch, but that would have probably made him feel so guilty that she'd have had to listen to a whole string of more sorry excuses. And her uncontrollably aroused cunt made her too impatient for that."I've always been the same way for you," Christy stated, recklessly changing the past. Running her fingers over the ridged edges she counted five unopened condoms, but there were also a few single use sachets of ‘wet stuff’ lubricant, presumably in case she had trouble getting things started. There was also a travel pack of wet wipes, she guessed for cleanup.So five more. Based on her efforts so far she didn’t think that would be difficult. After feeling she was adequately composed she opened the cubicle door and was greeted with a wolf whistle. Three guys were hanging around to. Out of the blue I received a call from Angie telling me that she and Pat had broken up and would I stop by her house. Now I was a virgin and couldn’t count the number of times I had masturbated to vision of her bikini image. A little about us; Angie was about 5’6” and a size one. She had perfect D sized breasts. She was blond and as I found out this day had closely cropped strawberry blond curls down below, but I’m getting ahead of myself. I arrived at Angie’s house on this summer day and was. I gave him long enough to know it was me, and I took off. It was only a glimpse, but I knew it worked. Fatso immediately started calling Mr. Big and letting him know that I had been spotted.I continued down the trail for about 15 minutes, making sure that that I kicked up plenty of sign. When I reached the spot I wanted next, I left the trail and started towards the river. I also made sure that Jughead kicked up a lot of dirt and sod. Again, not an obvious trail, but not one a rookie would have.