Although I didn't understand his humor, I thought Mr.Carlson and all the boys were nice. The guys spentmost of the meeting discussing some of their in...erests(weight lifting, football, wrestling, etc.) andplanning a guys-only pool party and sleep over atJoey's house. Joe also lives just down the street fromme, but I never wanted to pall around with him becausehe's one of the guys who liked to tease me. I felt pretty good after the meeting. Mr. Carlson treated me really special and I enjoyed. We got just close enough for our nipples to touch, but then she put her hands right onto my boobs."Please tell me, these are real too," Amy said."They are as real, as the air you are breathing right now," I replied.She just grinned, she obviously loved the sound of that. Then she leaned down and leaned back up, letting her tits hit mine, in the process. My pussy was getting as wet as an ocean, I couldn't hold back for another minute. I attacked her, with my lips. We made out, as we rolled. The second guy was a heavy set black guy, and they got into some serious making out. I enjoy kissing, so was wishing I was one of them! After a lengthy time of kissing, they looked like they were not breaking up soon and I was thinking about leaving, when the black guy reached over to me and touched me in a welcoming way. I stepped closer and fondled their pecs to help stimulate their passions. The black guy opened his mouth to me and let join me in a three way kiss, but the other guy wasn’t as. The sounds were music. Or maybe not music at all. They were sounds as lazy as the rising globs. His entire world seemed in slow motion.Every slow breath he took filled his head with memories. Not real memories. Just luke-warm breezes of artificially remembered happiness. They were long gone feelings of being well... well... being... Then there was the voice.It was a throaty female voice. It seemed to use words, even sentences. But they were like a foreign language to him. Like when you can't.