She saw him first through her kitchen window while quietly setting about making herself a cup of tea. She was a delicate image of a young woman with u...assuming long brown hair and soft tiny freckles that sprinkled over her upturned nose. His pale face appeared at the window, smiled at her and vanished. Some people stare at her. She is an almost hopelessly beautiful young woman, admired for her quiet beauty as much as for the deep undercurrent of passion that resonates from her violin. Her chin. On finally reaching my apartment, I offered her if she would like to take a shower. She said “Yes, lets go! ”, so without hesitation we both went to the bathroom, she had removed her tee-shirt and pants before I managed to get the shower tap on. I started to remove my shirt, by which time this beautiful brown body had already emerged and was stepping into the shower. Within seconds I joined her and we were soaping each other’s body frantically.My arousal was instant, I held her from behind and. But there wasn't much to see on thirteen to sixteen year old boys. Some of the old men had sizable cocks and many had balls that hung down lower than their cock.My drive by brought back a memory of a particular day when I went looking for a game. I had just turned sixteen two weeks earlier and was full of myself because I was now driving legally. I checked out a ball and went to the gym. I was there shooting around for about an hour and still no one came, so I decided to take a shower and go. "He gave her a warm kiss, rolled over again and was soon asleep, snoring softly, oblivious to his wife's deeper need for more than just a loving hug and a kiss. Molly resigned herself to another sexless night, closed her eyes and tried to sleep. It was no use. She opened her eyes, flushed and breathless after - she checked her bedside clock - only twenty minutes. Carefully, she rolled out of bed, put on her dressing-gown and padded quietly to the door, intending to ease her frustration in the.