.." No... no fudging way..." Doug gulped. "Y-You're making it up... this isjust stress, is all!" Oh yeah?" Mfalme grinned as he whipped out his phone...."Head on over toyour scratching post and get on your knees."Doug glared at him defiantly... yet he began to walk. It was like anirresistable urge, an itch that HAD to be scratched. Once there, helowered himself down to his knees. Mfalme chuckled as he readied hisphone to record."Now, give us a big smile and start scratching it, like a good. . and then didn’t ... well, I think I was justified in assuming that terrible things would happen to me.But all she did was talk.She started off talking about the stuff we were moving around.“What’s this?” she’d ask.Usually I knew what it was. Dad had a lot of woodworking stuff, and auto mechanic stuff. He had all these hobbies that he got into and then let lay, and each of them left some group of stuff behind. Like there was this one thing that was a plastic box that had a little spindle. I pull my bra and top down for his better access, completely revealing my breasts. I reach over and unzip his pants, and pull his stiffening cock out and start stroking it. After a few minutes of this kissing and playing we are both extremely horny.Mark pulls my dress up and discovers that I have no panties on. Mark smiles as he slides his hand up my thigh towards my exposed pussy. He teases me with his fingers as he leans over and sucks on one of my nipples. Slowly slides a finger inside me. We were in our early twenties and though I’d had her a few times we were both still rather inexperienced in sex. We were sitting in bed nude together drinking our coffee one morning. My penis was up erect and my girl reached down and gently stroked her finger along it. Then she asked me how a man “does it” with his hand.I didn’t need to be told what “doing it” was. I’d been doing it for about a dozen years, typically a couple of times a night. Since I’d met my new girl she was the main.