But he was a jerk in the bottom. I'm not going to get in details, but he made me feel really bad about myself in plenty of ways. We broke up in a mont..., but I had the scars for years. By my twenties, my life was awful. I was a shut down, spending my whole days sleeping, playing videogames and watching cartoons. Not just because that jerk, I was just... felling empty, alone, and out of place.I moved away from my parents when the relationship in my house got kinda awkward. They knew that I was. There was one guy in particular I always wanted to see; his name was Jimmy, a huge muscled black guy in his early thirties. I loved to watch him as his T-shirt was plastered against his sweaty body and his muscles were visible as he moved to pick up the trash cans... One morning my loving Victor had flown out of town and I was too horny.When the garbage truck came in, I shouted to Jimmy that I needed some help to take outside the old dish washer machine.He smiled to me and asked his mates to. Wayne reached over and started playing with my cock. First it felt a bit strange but soon I just relaxed and let him play with it. My cock was throbbing hard and Wayne knew how to handle a cock.Jane kept pulling Rebecca's head in her pussy and after a while she let out a big sigh and came. Rebecca got up from between her legs and came up to Wayne“she is ready for you, you can do the rest, while I get my share from Aaron” she said to WayneWayne got up and moved to Jane .. Rebecca took my hand a. I looked up ahead at our trail and thought it was the perfect time for a real break."Abby, let's rest here, have some breakfast. We'll start up again in an hour." Sounds good to me!" She unslung her pack and set it by her feet. "Why such a nice break?" Oh, a couple of reasons. Take a look up ahead."Abby stared for a moment and nodded, telling me she understood my point.Our open area by the lakeshore was disappearing. A short ridgeline had been approaching the lake edge from our left as we.