Ted was in his room on his bed, laying on his back, one arm behind his head, reading a book, something from Lord Byron. All he had on was his shorts. ... knocked and opened the door.Ted smiled and said,"What's up?"I walked in shut and locked the door behind me and I just came out with it,"How does an orgasim feel?"He crunched his face and asked,"Do you mean for a man or a women?" A man. How does it feel when you masturbate?"His reply was a bit too clinical, he went into how a man's hormones are. I always oozed a lot of precum when I was hard. Soon my shorts had a large wet spot on them. “Wow, did you come?” she asked, “your shorts are wet.”“No its precum, it’s lubrication my cock puts out when I get excited.”“Why?”“I was told in science class it’s to wet the cock so it goes into the girl’s pussy easier”.“Are you going to fuck my pussy? It’s that why your cock is getting wet?’“No it just does that by itself.”She grabbed the top of my shorts and pulled them down to my knees. My cock was. “What?” Mark asked with an eager smile on his face. I didn’t respond with words. I just held my hand out and with one finger pointed down. “No fucking way. Your CLIT?” I stood there biting the edge of my bottom lip and nodding my head up and down. “I need to see this or I’m calling ‘Bullshit’,” Mark said. “No. I’m not showing you my pussy.” Mark grabbed at my bikini bottoms with both hands. I stepped back away a few steps. “Let me see it.” Mark lunged at me but I jumped back. In the next. I shut my eyes and waited for the impact with the pavement. The impact never came but I still had the distinct sensation of falling for a long time. I had lapsed into u*********sness but I was still able to think. The only thought foremost in my mind was: I am going to die and I'll never see Neela and her pubic hair again. In times of extreme duress one thinks the oddest thoughts. Neela...Neela...Nella, I was calling out. When I did finally regain consciousness I was momentarily blinded by a.