Finally, at a certain day there was a football game on TV -the World Cup- and I was obliged to stay home at the time the game was transmitted on cab...e. But suddenly, we were alone at last!! I was wearing a robe and was lying on my bed in the bed room watching the game, but she was in my mind at all times. I couldn´t focus in anything different but in her beautiful image of her wonderful body. I had a hard on on that day and began to touch my penis. I took it out of my boxers, through one. It was like an avalanche. Once started it could not be stopped, only gathering more power as it rolled down the mountain and swept away anything in its path. His resolve crumbled, his arousal mounting as the Bugs tormented him, feeding into his desire. His beleaguered body leaked more pheromones, which in turn encouraged their licking and stroking. He was locked in a death spiral with only one possible outcome.One of Cherry’s breasts rested heavily on his head, and her belly pushed against his. White pure silk panties gently puffed by pubic hair. So desirable. Bright blue eyes sparkled with love and something else, even stronger now.I stepped back, remembering her explicit instructions. Had I done it? Had I succeeded? Had I been seductive enough? My heart was thudding.Mom cupped my cheeks, pulled me down kissing my lips lightly. She smiled. "Perfect," she whispered. "Thank you."One by one she unbuttoned my shirt, slipping it off, fingers trailing down my chest to my belt. A chill ran. SignifEvent Journal Jan 200-I'm not a diary-writer but sometimes things happen that just have to be written down and my story of Irene is one of those things.She was a country girl fresh from secretarial school three months ago when I first met her. Irene is a brunette and not a beauty. Not yet twenty but she already shows signs of the mustache she'll likely have in middle age and she looks flat chested. But her mouth is full-lipped, her legs look solid and shapely and her ass looks firm, round.