He always got extremely hard, extremely quick and for me, that was always a confidence booster. It didn't matter to me if it was a ripped guy like Dav...d or Duke or a, now, fairly obese guy like Javier. The reaction of the penis was always the same and always paramount. It showed an attraction to me and an acceptance. Men could say and act however they wanted. They could be as tough and as macho as their insecurities forced them to be. But the penis... the penis never lies. And if the penis. Her fat ass was higher than her back and the panties had disappeared further into the dark crack of her buttocks. I climbed up the foot of the bed and began rubbing Etta’s ass.My hands cupped her cheeks at the bottom of her panties and I caressed and fondled that ass for some time before the inner voice returned urging me to take my indiscretions one step further. I finally released my penis from its cage… it falls anaconda like and touches that juicy butt “accidentally” I might add. My. But he never actually got me to orgasm, not even orally, because the poor guy was just not experienced enough. Since his parents lived in another town and he lived in a dormitory of sorts, it was easy to find a place to do it. But even as we had sex regularly, I kept pining for something more. And then one day, a small event happened which started the whole cataclysmic chain of events.My mom was cooking and she ran out of salt so she asked me to go get a cupful of salt from Ayesha (Ijaz’s. Had I climaxed, my penis would have spit out the entire semen within a second & by its weight & gravity would have immediately dropped to the bathroom floor, thus spoiling the entire exercise. Somehow with sheer mental pressure, I managed to postpone my climax.Without a word spoken between us, the petri dish exchanged hands and now I was holding the petri dish in one hand & the other hand was on her shoulder.Suddenly, my brain which was in a comatose-like situation till now came to life & gave.