Anyway I met her as I was reading a book about helicopters. I wanted to join the marine corps after high school so I was always reading books relating...to military gear, tactics or history. That was when we started talking. Her name was Ashley and she struck up a conversation with me. Otherwise we never would have spoken. She was new that year and wanted to make more friends. She asked me questions about what I was reading and what I wanted to do in the marine corps and as we talked she told me. Each time taking longer and longer. She was a noisy thing, as well. I was glad no one was at home.When I finally rolled from her, she curled up in my arms and fell asleep. I followed her there, shortly after.It was my sister’s noises as she came into the house that woke us. We had to hurry to dress, and to straighten ourselves out. Not that my sister would come into my room, but there was no sense taking any chances.Mary Ann left my house at around nine that evening. I discovered that she was a. As her head rolled back and forth she spied a security camera in the ceiling."Eric!" she cried."What is it?" he asked, as he continued to pound her against the elevator wall."... nothing, just fuck me!" she replied, no longer even mindful that someone might be observing their animal rutting at that very moment.Two orgasms later, the elevator doors opened and the two walked out smiling as others on the ground floor noted the musky odor of sex as they entered and the doors closed.The two entered. All so different from what us girls had. “Can I touch it?” I’d never seen one before. Staring at it excited me. I felt my heart beating as he nodded and opened his pants further. Gingerly at first, I held his small, soft penis between my thumb and finger. Then I enclosed him in my hand and tugged. I ran my hand under him and moved the two hard marbles around inside his shriveled little bag. He felt like putty, warm and pliable. Playing with him fascinated me.I didn’t want to stop caressing his.