“I forgot until Lissa reminded me last night. It was actually yesterday, the eleventh. February was eventful. Two weeks later, we made love with Lis...a.”“Did we do anything special for Valentine’s Day last year? I don’t even remember it.”“Valentine’s Day was pretty anti-climactic after the weekend. Professor McIntyre refused to accept our concept sketches of each other for our final project and we were ‘forced’ to paint Lissa. I snuck you into my dorm room, but I was too sore to do anything.”“So. We spent the next week talking about it, and made plans for the future. If this is the kind of stories you guys like, then there will be more, and you'll find out what Jim and I planned.Jan Story 3 by JanWell, Here is a story about a very innocent night we had a little over a year ago. Jim and I went to one of our local bars for dinner, and a few drinks. It was summer time and the weather was really nice here. A very good looking man, somewhere in his thirties came and sat next to us. We had. This was all the spectators needed—several men started shooting and the running man was hit several times in the chest and head. He was dead before either Bill or Eddy could get to him. There was also a lot of broken glass from stray bullets, but nobody worried about that at the time. Luckily, none of the bystanders had been hit.Bill went to fetch Mike and the undertaker while Eddy searched the dead man. All he found was a pocket watch and a pistol. The man didn't even have a spare pistol (you. ....HARDER !' All I could think of doing was to push my hand back down to the base of his dick, and then pull it up as far as I could. It didn't take long however before I felt his cock swell even more. This cock must be almost a half a foot long I thought to myself. This strangely thrilled me even more. I looked straight ahead, now getting extra excited as I knew his deep purple cockhead was about to explode just like Mike’s had done an hour earlier, and in a way that's exactly what it did. .