I tried not to think too much about it because I wasn’t gay and had never even thought about doing anything with another dude. My hormones were defi...itely controlling my every action by that point because I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. His hormones must’ve been controlling him as well because without hesitation, he ran that bar of soap all across my body. After getting me lathered up with soap, he did the same for himself. He then held both of our dicks and cleaned them with the soap. I. My wife was right. Jenny was my best friend during childhood. We were neighbors and grew up together. It was funny that we never really dated. When I started my teen years, her family moved to the suburbs. We still kept in touch but not as often. She used to tell me about a lot of her personal life and I told her mine. As I mentioned, we were best buds, even though she was a girl. We never talked about love or sex between us. It was like the subject was out of bounds for us; it was like it was. Then I made a move that Matty maybe wasn’t expecting. “Hey Bobo, you getting any?”He turned to look at me, oblivious to Matty’s presence, “No. All the women I know are married or in a serious relationship, or they’re too ugly to fuck. I ain’t had any pussy in a while.”I continued, “Do you think one guy can fuck a woman until she says she’s had enough?”He thought for a minute, “I had that happen once and she was even married. Why are you askin?”I could see Matty with her hand between her legs,. Oh that cleavage... Her breasts are perfect. I always thought a C cup was perfect, but, these.... Wow! They are the most perfectly shaped small D cup, tan like the rest of her body, and covered by the most wonderful thick nipples. If I were to describe them, I would have to say they are the perfect size of a gum drop.We soon left the eating establishment and I opened her door. As she slipped into the car, I tried to sneak a peek as to what was under that skirt, but I was disappointed. Isabella.