It hadn’t happened. The longed-for sexual encounters remained a fantasy. I’d never seen Justine stepping from the shower or getting undressed aft...r having ‘forgotten’ to close her curtains… and now she’d gone. Justine was pretty; all smiles and girly giggles and I had no doubt that she’d hook up with some lucky fella within minutes of starting university, which left me picking through her discarded life. I was fascinated by this window into her existence, this glimpse into the life that had. While I wanked enjoying both the female scent and the vivid imagining of where it had recently been, Brian slid his penis deep into the recess of the well-used condom and started to wank using the spunk inside as a lube. His eyes closed and still enjoying my own variation upon the theme watched fascinated as he spun off into orgasmic heaven and shuddered to a spasming climax squirting his youthful spunk into the sheath. His shaking stopped and his eyes opened.“That was fantastic!” This was a. ” “I have to see this.” Jo says “Wait a minute I like my nuts.” Christy “I love your cock. Ready?” She begins rocking her hips and mydick is rubbing the back of her uterus. Then pumps me in and out hard.“Pull him out till just the head is in.” Jo says. “Now rock your hips as youslide him in.” “Fuck yes thats great.” Jo crawls between my legs trying to lick and suck my balls. It’s prettyhard to to do with Christy riding my pole. So she kisses my inner thighsand guessing she’s licking. So I would often stay at her house to keep her company. One day Mr. Patterson came home early from work while I was alone in his house, Louisa had gone out to get some groceries. I was terribly upset over an argument I had with another friend of mine so he comforted me and gave some advice. He was so sweet and kind hearted. It was ever since then that I fell for him. My regular visits to the Patterson's soon switched from keeping Louisa company, to spending time with her father. We talked a lot.