“Continue babe.”“I could feel his wet cock pushing against my hairs as we kissed again and again.”I was about to cum as she continued.“Then,...he moved his hand to my breasts as I moved to lay more on my back and he moved up a little to kiss me again. As he moved up, my hand came into contact with his cock and I held it.”“You touched his cock?”“Yes and I squeezed it as he moved his hand down my tummy towards my pussy.”“Oh, wow,” I replied.“The next thing I remember was, his hand was masturbating. The seed grew shoots.Sheryll lay on the bed with one arm hanging off the side - and beneath it, lying on the floor close to her limp hand, was a bottle of black label Smirnoff. Empty.Tendrils were spreading, leaf buds were sprouting...There's a bloody fully equipped bar in the living room, stuffed with bottles gathering dust waiting for a party of the kind my parents used to have... before their divorce that is. Such a waste, I thought.Leaves grew, flowerbuds popped along the tiny branches.I. “I’m not that ugly.”“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” she said, her voice level.I did? Who says I did? Well ... Hannah, for one. That was ... something. Not weird, exactly. But not expected, either. Of course we’d never sat around and had a discussion about either one of us in terms of how we looked aesthetically. Who does that?“I guess I don’t know what you mean, then,” I said. I was tired and it was hard to think.“I meant that of course you’d be uncomfortable being naked in front of. My fantasy involves many of by locker room buddies. I'm hoping that they might read this and help me fulfil my fantasy.My favorite friend is Tim. Tim is mid 40, a successful executive. We went to the same college. I'm ten years his junior. Tim is a bear of a man. Six foot tall, 235 pounds, he has a huge set of balls that I admire greatly and a nice thick flaccid cock. His cock head is slightly hooded and it looks like it would get to be golf balls size. I remember one day when it was crowded.