Then I told him that I do like to be told how the fucking is going, what the guy wants to do to me, no matter how filthy or slutty that may be and tha... I really get off on a lot of dirty talk. I did all this maintaining eye contact and smiling throughout, running my tongue over my lips and teeth. He looked a bit red in the face and shocked at my forth right approach and my colourful use of language. I’m sure he had a hard on. He immediately replied by telling me of his preference for the high. On that Saturday night, the two of them were just going to hang out at Leslie's, and drink, waiting for her 'friend'. Leslie's plan was to get her pretty drunk first.Hearing the plan was getting me excited, and Leslie and I had to take care of matters at hand before making further plans.Flipping my hardening cock out of my tight underwear, allowing it to push up my skirt, I pushed Leslie's thin white pants down past her knees and pushed her over the arm of the couch. Slamming into her with. Alex often laughed at this, his own personal Cold War.The highlight of the summer, other than the get together with his old and new friends, was the Pearl Jam concert. As agreed upon earlier, his parents drove Slick, Jennifer, and Alex downtown to Soldiers Field. And while they went to the concert his parents stayed downtown, going to dinner and window shopping on the Gold Coast afterwards.As they entered Soldiers Field Alex was in awe. He had seen it on television while watching the Bears play. She was either very loud, or you were very, very good. The fucking stopped, minutes passed. I was hard and naked in my bed. I guess I was waiting. But you didn't come. It was morning when you did. The sun had only just begun illuminating the sky. You opened my door, you were naked. You were hard, so hard. It was big, curved to the left, with a beautiful purple head. You joined me under my blanket, I was moaning before you were even touching me. You laughed one of those sexy, crazy laughs of.