He leaned over the couch and I stood behind him and hearing him moan as I pushed my fat cock into him was really hot. He was so tight that I didnt las... very long at all, exploding into his tight ass. We had another drink and talked and kissed some more, as it was still raining pretty hard. He went to the bedroom for a couple of minutes and my cock was getting hard again. He came back and said he couldn't find the poncho, but I was welcome to stay longer. He saw my hard on and got on his knees. . Wait a second," Tom began. They were taking his underpants!"Tom," Jen cut in before he could continue. "If you didn't plan onwearing panties all the time, why on earth did you buy so many of them?" But... but," he stammered. He didn't want to buy them. It was all theiridea! "You wanted me to get more!" And you did," Jen smiled. "Now you don't need these yuckky boyunderpants anymore, do you?"Tom gulped as Karen waltzed out of the room with his underpants. Downthe stairs she went. Christ! He. Or maybe they are just scared to be that way. Older guys were afraid of me because they might go to jail. But, like i say, now i am "legal" and a whole new world is open to me.I luv to masturbate and think about all my dirty fantasies. I take off all my clothes and lie on my bed. I rub or pat my clit with one hand while i put the narrow end of an empty wine or beer bottle in my pussy. Sometimes i finger my asshole too. With my eyes closed, away i go into fantasy land.I think about masturbating. Then I started wanting to share them, get some feedback, see if people were actually interested in reading the stories. Since I didn’t want anyone locally to know, I went to the internet. You’d be amazed at the sites out there for writers.’ ‘And I got feedback. People actually seemed to enjoy them. One suggested that most seemed to be about my ex wife and the pain I was in, I should try a site called Literotica. Ever heard of it?’ I paled. Hoping he wouldn’t notice my agitation I denied ever.