Had I not been a fifteen-year-old youth with raging hormones I would never have been able to manage it. I rarely masturbated anymore; the reservoir of...my hormones could only be taxed to a certain level.From the beginning of our frivolities Mary Cecile had taken on her former identity of Cissy in a much more natural way than Sister Natalie reverted to Cassie when we had sex. With Cissy it was just more playful. She was younger and far prettier than the others at St. Bart’s. As we got more. I didn't mean to let you down, but something very, very... important was happening, and I just -- I just couldn't. I didn't know how it would turn out, so I couldn't say anything." Yes, you said that." You sound different." Different?" You sound cross. You sound the way you sound when you're bored and frustrated, and hiding it." Oh. I guess it's because I'm in this damn restaurant tonight. You know how it is, gotta bring in that paycheck. I'm surprised they pay me for such boring work. Mostly,. ” Since the picnic was at her father’s place, she knew where everything was. “I’ll get you something better.”Kat was gone for no more than a couple minutes, downing the beer as she expertly mixed up a nice stiff drink for the guy. When she found him again, she handed him the fresh glass of amber liquid. He looked into it then swirled it and took a sniff. “This definitely smells like the good stuff,” he said, then took a good sip. “That is good.” With a smile on her face, Kat disappeared to grab. Without thinking, I get my knob upright in my underpants, freeing it from the constraints of the material. I’m dizzy as I watch Her move, aware of this growing sensation in the tip of my penis. I don’t know what’s going to happen but I sure as hell didn’t want to cum in my pants with all the blokes from work there, but I’m unable to stop looking at Her. It’s like the tip of my knob is burning, and I’ve never felt that before. Obviously I’m not touching it and I’m trying not to get too excited.