Can I live with it? Can I put it in the past? I guess so. It happened, there's no point in beating myself up over it, or her for that matter." I shrug...ed."Maybe it's just a matter of time." It's been six months since the confessional. And everyone, including me, expects an answer. And I don't think there's any reason why I shouldn't be able to give one. But something inside of me..."Piers looked at me thoughtfully, and then tentatively said, "Is it that somehow you feel that she's had a fairly. It looked like it was going to be a boring summer. It was the summer of 1969. Tony, Davy, Robby and me were best friends. We did everything together &hellip, well almost everything. Playing softball or football, shooting pool, bowling, fishing you name it. And when one of the older guys in the neighborhood taught us how to masturbate, we did that too. Wed flip through our dog-eared copies of Playboy, then pull out our dicks and stroke em. Lately Id found my attention being called away from the. I was still at the door. Shirley contemplated the situation. "I thought your company only had female sales representatives." Oh that," I said. I knew this objection was coming. I had an answer ready. "Government stopped that a month ago. Discrimination, and all. Now we have both guys and gals. At first they thought women wouldn't react well to men selling lingerie door-to-door. Guess what? They were wrong. I was sales associate of the week last week!" I told her, looking as proud as I could. I. He kissed her back and she wrapped her hands around his neck and back. He brought his hand up and roughly pawed at her breast through her shirt. She brought her hands down and grabbed at the buttons of his pants, struggling to quickly free his dick. She reached into his boxers and gasped when she found his rigid manhood and wrapped her hands around it. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and ripped it up over her head. She wasn't wearing a bra - the only remaining clothing on her were her pants,.