Non che ci fosse chissà cosa da toccare, ma per dei ragazzini ancora verginelli, due noci di cocco sul petto di una ragazzina erano comunque un gran ...el passatempo. Un passatempo che come ho detto è finito presto, quando le mie due noci di cocco sono diventate due tette degne di chiamarsi tali (a quattordici anni vantavo già una seconda abbondante) e quando gli sguardi di persone più grandi divennero insistenti, mi resi conto su suggerimento di mia madre, che era ora di coprirle.Come ho già. Blood flow was my problem. The blood flowed to my dick and got it hard and I needed to release the contents. That was it. I went to a number of parties that were pretty wild. Shared chicks, group sex, I did it all. Funny that drugs and booze seemed to cause a lot of it. I never did drugs. I was smarter than that. Booze was another story. I could drink with the best of them. Beer, mixed drinks, spiked punch, I drank it all. I always had enough sense to remember the condom and know my drinking. And by tall, he meant tall. Edward’s height neared two meters, but this woman may have had an inch or two on him. She wasn’t as dark as he was, her appearance was more Mariah Carey / Halle Berry, if either one of them played basketball. Her hair was short, stopping at the nape of the neck, and she was dressed in a sharp black suit. ‘Oh yeah,’ Sean said under his breath, ‘she’s Secret Service.’ Edward arched a brow. ‘How can you tell?’ Sean smiled and looked at him. ‘You really were distracted. Still Mark and I made the agreement to how we should proceed if my urges ever developed. We agreed on basically four things. First I told him I would occasionally test him and make him prove that he can handle his fantasy. I told him when we’re out I might flirt with other men or even have lunch or dinner with a guy I’m attracted too. Second, I will never hold back even if I think it will make him jealous. Third, if I do have sex with another man when I return home I’ll describe in detail what.