He could see the director and Jeffery pulling a chunk of wood off his chest. She set the Walkman down. and began to write on the pad. The warm sounds ...f an orchestra started playing. The blonde turned to pad for him to read. WHO ARE YOU?:I'm Rick, why are you asking me that?:She wrote on the pad again. VERBALIZE, TOUCH YOUR CHIN. FEEL THE WORDS COME OUT.He tried again, "I'm Rick, can't you tell, am I that badly hurt?" the men had the wood chunk, off him now, but. By contrast, fucking involves only touch, and maybe sound, at most with my blind, deaf and dumb cock invading her cunt.She got near the top of the mountain and was very near; she was trying hard to come but no cigar. She asked me to stop and give her a rest. I did so, giving her a couple of minutes before I resumed. She climbed near the summit once again but failed to top the mountain. Resting again I was determined to get her over the top the third time. Before I had always been. This made my dick hurt even more and it was sticking straight out making a big tent in my shorts. I got out of the tub and walked over to my mom. She was snoring, still face down on the bed. I looked at her pussy, how creamy and inviting it was. I had been wanting to have sex with a girl for a long time but had never had the opertunity. I thought for a moment about fucking my mom. She was out and I had heard her tell Mr. Wilson that she would not remember anything. I put my hand down to. I told her that i would realy like to go out with her but just as friends and nothing more. But it seemed to me like she didn't care that i said "just as friends" and she had the happiest expresion on her face when she gave me a hug.Weeks were going by, me and her were becoming good friends, always talking to each other in the class, on the cellphone. She now knew that i had a girlfriend and she was totally ok with that, all tho the expresion on her face was changing a bit as i mentioned.