Not really. I -- I found this little fold-out clothes-drying thingie, here. It was down in the laundry room?... See?" She stuck the aluminum fold-out ...ontraption into the bathroom, her own body, in the process, partially following it in. The "drying thingie" was intended to allow an apartment dweller to hang small articles of wet clothing on its spindly arms, for air-drying."I just wondered if you could use something like this?"Paul didn't rinse his underwear in the sink. His dirty clothes were. What the fuck was Laura cheating on me with some beer guzzling ditch digger for? Why would she do that? I just couldn't understand it. I mean, I was okay in bed. I didn't have any of those sexual problems that you read about. No premature ejaculation. No limp dick syndrome, I liked women, and frankly after getting my rocks off once, I could pretty much last as long as needed the second time around.So why the ditch digger?As I thought about what must be going on in that apartment; images began. “Then we’d better go upstairs” she said.She seated me on the bed, smiled at me and undid her blouse revealing a white lace bra with a loud “Ta Da!!!”.“If you want to see more, you’ll have to come here and take the bra off” she teased. I got up and walked over and reached around her back for the fastening. Hey, folks, one thing any 16 year old can’t master is to unfasten a bra and retain any element of cool particularly when your hands are shaking and you are in serious danger of cumming in your. A swift, quick thrust and they both moaned in pleasure. She hugged him tightly, gasping for breath as her heart thumped away, almost bursting with joy and lust.When he began to move inside her, she whimpered and just held on as tightly as she could. This was hardly the first time, but as always, she was overwhelmed by the sensations and emotions. She felt overpowered by his strength and his passion, and yet she knew she was safe with him. She was safer with him than anyone else in the world..