As I moved she turned her back and leaned away from me over the table glancing back to check I was still coming. The bottom of her tunic rising up and...revealing more of the backs of her thighs, the bottom of a perfect white pair of knicker shorts peeking out taught across her behind. I felt myself, trance like, stepping to her and feeling her buttocks grind against my suddenly hard cock. The moment took me, the adrenaline of the chase released a need to affirm life, and I tugged her panties. The major organ limping in me was not my dick... it was my brain!)We'd gone skinny dipping each day in the freezing high-Sierra, snow-fed lake. It was so cold that my pecker had attempted to crawl back into my abdomen. My cremasteric muscles - that thin sheet of muscle that envelopes the spermatic cord and testes - had gone into such intense spasm from the cold that each day, on dashing back out of the water, I was doubled over with pain. It didn't help my sense of dignity or my macho image. I need to fuck you!"I tried not to make 'eye-contact' with the two guys as we went past them."Go on my son!" One of them grunted, "I think she's ready!" Tommy couldn't stop laughing as we walked the few hundred yards to his flat."You loved that didn't you?" I shouted at him.He swung me into a shop doorway, pressed me against the locked door and pulled my dress up over my hips, "I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before!" he whispered before he stuck his tongue down my throat,. “Larry you need to get out of bed,” my mother called to me as I let the ribbon edge of the blanket slip from my fingers and pulled my cotton underwear back in place. “I need to get ready for work and get you some breakfast.” It was the same thing every morning and long before she had completed her sentence I was out of my bed with my little hard cock pointing the way to the hallway. I knew she’d be in the hall headed to the bathroom in her slip, or perhaps it was wishful thinking.“What color.