I knew she wasn’t a virgin by the four boyfriends she’s had in her two years in high school.‘Can I see?’ She asked.‘Sure!’ I replied. ‘O...ly if you pull it out.’She reaches into my boxers. She stroked my cock a few times before pulling it out. She pulled it out and was very surprised by how big I was.‘Damn! Bro good for you!’ She said. As she kept stroking my cock. ‘You are hard as fuck! Did my story make you hard?’’No, not really. My cock was hard before you walked in. Your story just kept me. They were doing exactly what they were supposed to do, and she could feel her juices already flowing. She had to stop twice, or she would have fallen, the power of orgasm ripping through her.She had often walked around the house in a crotch rope, but never before had she worn one outside. And now, it was having great effects on her. She knew she would even be driving home in it, and that thought, that she would be really in a public place. With the ropes still on, brought yet another flush of. I left a post it note on her car saying "we need to talk, NOW!" and left for home. I called her as soon as I got home telling her I cut golf short and am home. Could sense surprise in her voice. 15 minutes later she sheepishly walked into our kitchen. That told me everything I needed to know. She tried to sidetrack me but I called BS. Told her what I thought was going on and would assume to be the facts until she could prove otherwise. She starts sobbing, an I told her to take off. She packed. About 3:30am I got a reply, "I like an eager cockslut (haha). And your secret is safe with me. I have k**s and grandk**s, and none of them know I like fucking little submissive faggots. Why don't you get your ass over here and take my morning load." He included his full address and condo number. He also included another two pics, one of his impressive member soft (and shit, if it wasn't bigger than my dick when I'm fully hard...I always envied a guy who was a "shower" as my soft dick was more.