Better hold on tight though, because she’ll buck you off faster than a Brahma bull. Oh, yeah, I do Robin on Wednesdays—hump day. Thursday is the h...gh point of my week. That's when I get to spend an hour or more with Brittany, a twenty-something trailer-park type with big hair and a dynamite body. I've never seen her in anything but Spandex outfits. She's shacked up with a computer geek who's on the road a lot, and she's always horny. Always. I hit Brittany's duplex around nine and some mornings. I pressed my penis up against the edge of the table in an effort for relief. I heard my mom putting the dishes in the dishwasher so I decided to stop humping the table and make a break for my bedroom while I could. About halfway down the hall my mom said something behind me. I knew she spoke, but I was in a bit of a haze so I didn't hear what she said. I stopped, but didn't turn around as my dick was pressing up so hard on my shorts I think I was actually enjoying it. Photos. He wasn’t thinking clearly. He looked back up in the direction the shot came from.“How could Sonny have gotten so close without being noticed?” he asked them.“Did Sonny say anything?” Sal cleared his throat.“There wasn’t time. He just said Barzin.”Everyone nodded and stood for a few more minutes. All of them replaying the events.“How is Kay?” Sal asked.Luca half smiled. “Stubborn.” He paused. “Let’s go in.” He turned and they followed him into the house.“Are you sure you want to go back to the. What’s it about?” “Pirates. That’s all I know. It’s new.” I watched both the show and Chad. He had on only his pajama bottoms. His chest had almost no hair. His tummy was flat – not six-pack fit, but no fat, either. I tried to remember boys I knew when I was that age, what they looked like, and I think they were much the same. I saw some breasts flash on the TV screen. “Oops,” Chad said and started to get up. I put a leg over his and said, “You’re sixteen, honey. I think you’re old enough to.