One day I had just got out the shower and my cock started getting hard, i new if I rubbed it, it felt good, so I laid on the wet tile floor and slid a...ound rubbing my young cock on the floor. I got harder and harder, panting, I felt something funny going on and just kept going! I exploded on the floor, jolt after jolt of my first orgasm as I thrust my hips.....so good!!! I got up and saw white jelly all over my stomach and the tiles, I was so blown away and started to play with it, feeling the. He carried an ivory handled knife inside his jacket and a small calibre handgun tucked neatly into a small leather pouch under his waist belt. Each year Alberto toured Italy. He would travel to Rome, Milan, Naples, Florence and Venice between the months of June and August. This year, Alberto had a exceptional season and he was heading home at last, travelling first class, as usual, on his return. Alberto looked out to the sweeping Italian countryside as the train slowly pushed it’s way down to. Branches tore at her hair and her clothes as she heedlessly ran, her heart pounding. I watched, rubbing the spot on my cheek where her palm had struck, again with that slight smile. After years of working the ranch I realized that despite her foolishness in running away in a place where she could easily be lost for days, perhaps forever, I knew I could track her heedless path of broken branches, torn shrubs and footprints in the soft earth. I brought my hand to my mouth and licked, tasting her. ‘So you’re 27.’ she says. ‘That’s a true statement.’ I drink some Rainier. It tastes really good right now. ‘You’re a loner, aren’t you.’ ‘That’s also a true statement.’ ‘How come you don’t have that many friends?’ ‘I’m still new in town.’ ‘How long have you lived here?’ ‘Almost four months.’ ‘Do you like people?’ ‘Some of them.’ ‘What kinds of people?’ ‘People that don’t ask a lot of questions.’ She passes the pipe to me and I take another drag that is long and deep and I look at her. The beer.