"Yeah."Enough with the "Yeah."I picked him up at his dorm Saturday evening. God, he looked good.No, he didn't. He didn't look bad but, objectively, he...wasn't going to blow anyone away. But he looked good to me, and that was more than enough. Then again, maybe he did look good but suffered by comparison to the museum-quality specimens I had dated before.We had reservations at The Brass Rail. It would have been quite expensive for Jeff. For me, it was cheaper than McDonald's."Nice place."He was. Two pricks, his super-fucking-hard, and mine, for some reason, not quite there yet. Still in the semi-boner stage. Nerves, I guess, from the newness of the whole thing. Here's a Polaroid I took of Joe sometime later on:As you can see, neighbor Joe hadn't been cheated in life. And see the position his dick's in? That is its home base. Pull it down, let it go and it springs rapidly back to home base. Lots of strong penile pressure there. Pressure that most pussies will tell you they likey, likey.. .. but not like I wish for more time with you, Sugar Bear, or Sarah. Jamie and I were never madly in love. We just loved each other dearly and wanted to be able to show it when we had the urge, you know? Over the last few months we’ve become less sexual and just more intimate. And you know how much we love eating each other out after you boys fill us with your tasty juices! Hee-hee.”Mary nestled her head under my chin and we just sat there cuddling for a bit. She looked up at me with her. . encounters." The apple in her hand returned to whence it came. "How mother hated me! Father liked for me to come into their bed and mother would watch us - silent as women were back then. And if he was particular any given day he would have sex with my mother before having me come into their bed, to 'clean' him he would say."Grandma chuckled momentarily her eyes far away, probably remembering. Yet I said not a word, my fast beating heart probably loud enough regardless, so as not to stop this.