John:I wanted the march to last forever, to be next to her. I could smell her femininity, hear her breathing hard. I imagined her breathing like that ...ext to my ear. Then we stopped at the factory and that was the end of my dream. I risked another glance as she did too. I tried to express my gratitude and longing without words. Then we were separated.Jane:I followed the other Janes to the females’ factory, My John’s kind face imprinted on my retina. I felt aroused and I could feel the wetness. I don't know if it was true or not.... I just liked to hear the stories. He was already 17 and was stoutly built and had the gift of gab when it came to the fairer sex. I on the other hand was skinny and short almost 5' 6'' I was also shy when it came to one on one conversations with girls. I had only kissed one girl and that was at a birthday party where they were playing spin the bottle. Oh! My name is Wolf. Well actually that is my nickname, When I was 6 or 7 I saw one of Jack London's. ”He came closer to the bed and you grabbed a hold of your prize. It felt very warm and very hard in your hand and seemed so big close up. Only your middle finger was long enough to touch your thumb around it when you squeezed it in your hand, it was much bigger than your toy at home. He removed his polo shirt and you made a mental snapshot of the view for later. A thick, pulsing cock in your hand, a shiny drop of precum oozing out of the tip and a chiseled body standing over you, ready to give. And a couple of hot sisters, they were stuck up most of the time. His dad was a dick too. The mom on the other hand, was not too bad. She was not very friendly towards me, but not mean. Her name was Loni and she was hot! I mean model hot. She had long blonde hair, big tits, great tan, nice hips, flat stomach, perfect teeth and big brown eyes. For a woman that had four k**s you could not tell it. She was the cheerleader coach. Dressed like and could easily pass as her daughters sister. Loni.