She listened and as far as I knew she understood what I was telling her. When I had finished she asked if we were special friends, I said we were befo...e I realised I had used the wrong term when explaining things, “So why can’t I touch your penis”? She had me backed up into a corner, if I wasn’t careful she would be upset and then she might tell her mother she had a bath in my house and I stayed with her, this would open up a Pandora’s box full of trouble. But if I did let her touch me, this. Something hit me. I smiled."Prove it," I said."What? Prove...how? When? Where?" By jerking your cock until it's wet with precum. And then lick it off your fingers. Now. Right there at your fucking desk," I growled. "I'll give you five minutes, and then call me back on face time." But honey!" he said in a whisper. "There are people...here...outside my office!" Lock the fucking door, Tim, duh," I said impatiently. "And don't think of going to the men's room, I want to see you eat precum right. I had also frantically offered my holes to all cummers from Craigslist while living at a terrible nightly hotel and then finally, with Amy’s gracious help, onto my own apartment, taking at least fifty mostly bareback cocks in just over a month. Plus, I reconnected with my former mistress, the crack whore Jill, whose story will be told elsewhere. And naturally there was always the steady stream of hardcore porn. All the while I was doing whatever I could to get another chance to shoot some cum. Where are you? Are there others out there? Could we maybe meet up? I hope you get this message and reply, as I'm feeling a bit lonely and to be honest I'm scared.All the best,KennyJamie re-read the first e-mail. He knew the town of Crianlarich, having driven through it with his parents a number of times. It was known as the gateway to the West Highlands and he could picture the small town centre in his mind. He dashed off a quick reply to Kenny to let him know he had received the e-mail and.