That led to someone asking if Karen had told anyone the secret to her tuna salad. A quick glance around the room told me that there were a couple of p...ople that knew about it besides me, and apparently they weren't telling."Actually she told me," I said. The most immediate response was from my mother."What? She told you, and you didn't tell me! That's it; you're going back to the orphanage tonight!"After that things went pretty well. My parents spent time circulating amongst the visitors and. Back to my stomach... drifting down to the bald pubic area. Leaving me yearning for his intimate touch. Finally, finally.... touching my cock.Groaning."Do you like me touching you?" Yes." Do you want to touch me?" Yes"He laid down on top of me.The oil on my skin allowing him to slide himself up and down my torso. His hard cock rubbing against mine.Leaning down.Whispering..."Do you like it?" Yes"My hands reached up and went to his shoulders. Holding him to myself as he moved above me.Humping. I thought to myself, NO! That's just stupid! They're obviously inlove with each other. Why would either of them even think about me?And why would I interject myself into someone else's relationship? Itjust isn't done.Is it?No matter. On Friday evening I got a text from Stefan 'hoping to seeyou tomorrow'. Just seeing his name made my insides quiver a littlebit. My cock, on the other hand, didn't do anything a little bit. Itbecame as hard as it has ever been, just like that. One word. . Julie and I fucked liked bunnies almost every Sunday for the three months while she stayed with relatives in Manhattan and took summer courses at Columbia. She'd ring my intercom at noon, and by 12:15, we'd be naked and sweating and having the time of our lives. She could cum like very few women I'd ever known: incessantly and variously. Sometimes she came just sucking me off as I toyed with her nipples. Every now and then she would get, as she put it, "fuck crazy," and then she'd really let.