I loved your mom’s cooking. She makes the best mac-and-cheese this side of the Mississippi.”“What the hell are you talking about, bro. You never...even been east of the Mississippi. How the hell would you know.”“Damn, man. It’s an expression. Anyway, I’ll race you home.”Jeremy was already on his bike and pedaling as fast as he could. Ken jumped on his and raced to catch up, but his friend was well ahead and had no intention of giving up his lead. After a few blocks, Ken let up and cruised the. It never embarrassed me to be hard. It was just something that happened. So, if I got a hard on, I just put my attention on how I was going to walk with the stupid thing in my way, while planning on taking care of it later. I never thought about covering it up.I think I heard people making fun of others who were excited once in a while. I'd hear the giggling and the comments but never thought about checking out the crotch of the guy being talked about. Later on, when people would notice and. Lola was not scared of the men. She had been in orgies with lots of men before. She was a whore a while back and figured she’d do what they asked her to do. She had to do a good job, fearing that they would throw her overboard. They gave the girl brandy and danced with her. They wanted to make sure she was drunk before they had their way with her. They were telling her jokes and singing and having a great time. They wanted her to feel comfortable before having sex with her."Pleasure us lass. She moaned and spread her legs wide as I lubed her sticky cum dripping cunt hole. Then I gathered the covers up and laid on her back making us snug as bugs before I plunged once more into the warm wet ecstasy of her love tunnel.We had slow fucked like that several times before. It was one of our favorite winter afternoon pastimes.We fucked for a very long time. As usual I had several orgasms and Marcie did too. Hers were soft little moaning sobbing ones, like a little girl half asleep. I just.