‘Are you two having a problem?’ I asked. ‘She won’t let me see anything,’ Michael complained. ‘He came all over himself, he ought to be ha...py with that,’ Pamela pouted. ‘Why should I let him look at me? I don’t even like him.’ ‘I did not tell you that you had to do a demonstration,’ I reminded them. ‘I asked only that you engage in a frank discussion of your personal masturbation techniques. Anyone who is comfortable with ‘show and tell’ is, of course, encouraged to do that, but they should not. Mary leaned against the pool table and pulled me toward her.We held each other tight and ground our hips together, kissing.Then Mary dropped the bombshell.“I want you to fuck my Ass.” “Dave fuck my ASS.”I couldn’t believe it, my kid sister was talking dirty to me.“Mary, I don’t know?”Of course I knew, I wanted her ass, her cute tight ass but……Mary pulled down my shorts and pulled off her shorts and panties.She grabbed my cock in one hand and reached under my balls with her other.She rubbed. .er, Johnelle. I know that it didn't bother meearlier, but now that I've had a chance to think about it, maybe itdoes.My hand habitually reaches down to rub my business down there, butthere's something odd. I look down and am surprised at the size of mydick and balls. They're so limp and empty. You'd think that from allthe sexual exertion from earlier I'd have a hard-on, but I honestlyhaven't thought about it or even felt it since yesterday. I jiggle itaround a little to wake it up. Like. So here I was, pushing a cart and walking around the southernmost building on this vast university campus, when I felt a presence. I turned around, and lo and behold, there stood Fergus, leering at me like only a creepy old white dude can. I glared at Fergus and asked him what he was looking at. The old bozo smiled wickedly and then told me that in his day, women knew their place and that I had quite a mouth on him. As I stared at him indignantly, Fergus crept closer to me, until we were inches.