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And by the fifth month we were only having sex about once a week. By the end of the sixth month, Chris and I were no longer having sex on a regular basis (meaning that even though we still did have sex every once in a while, it was a very spotty and spur-of-the-moment type of thing that was quickly tapering off), as we both went our separate ways, and focused more and more of our attention and time on getting--and hopefully keeping--girlfriends. By the time our final year of high school was winding down and getting ready to end, Chris and I had stopped having sex with each other altogether. And I realized that our longtime secret sexual relationship had pretty much run its natural course, and was now over with. Then one Saturday summer evening at around 8 o'clock, about a month and a half after our high school graduation, Chris unexpectedly showed up at the front doorstep of my home, and he actually begged me to have sex with him one last time “just for old time’s sake,” promising me that it would be the very last time that he would ever ask me to have sex with him. Mind you, it had been about two months since the last time that Chris and I had had sex together. And believe it or not, I really didn't feel like having sex with him anymore. Thanks to my on-going senior year sexual relationship with Chris--in addition to the occasional jack-off session here and there that I had participated in with a few other male friends of mine (just for the record, I never jacked off with more than one friend at a time, which meant that I never got lucky enough to experience a true "circle jerk")--I had already managed to satisfy every bit of bisexual curiosity that I ever had, and I was now more than content with living a 100% heterosexual lifestyle. But I also couldn't help but feel sorry for Chris, because I knew that his luck with "chasing girls" wasn’t going so great, what with his chubby body and all. And it was obvious to me that he had to be feeling super-horny that night. I mean, I could see indian that he was actually starting to get a hard-on bulge at the front of his pants crotch, just from talking with me on the front porch for a couple of minutes. So, despite my lack of enthusiasm for the idea of having another sexual encounter with Chris, I went ahead and reluctantly agreed to go out with him for a ride in his grandfather's large, light salmon-colored, 1960's Buick that night. Basically, I figured that it couldn't really hurt anything for Chris and I to go ahead and jack each other off one last time (“just for old time’s sake,” like Chris had suggested). When Chris drove off from my house that night, I had no idea where we were going. And Chris wouldn't tell me, either. He just said it was "a surprise." But I assumed that he was taking me somewhere private, so that he could have sex with me. Boy was I wrong! Chris drove us college to the fairly well-lit parking lot of a still-open-for-business public library that was located on the grounds of a public park. And then he drove around the side of the library building itself (in order to put a little distance between us, and the other coming-and-going library patrons), and then parked his car in the shadow of a big tree, and shut off the engine. And to the best of my memory, our ensuing conversation went something along these lines: "You wanna have sex right here ?" I asked in total nude disbelief. "Sure. Why not?" Chris answered, as if it were no big deal. "Because there's people over there. That's 'why not,'" I said, gesturing towards the main parking area, directly in front of the library. "Don't worry. “Can we come and watch?” I heard one of the young men say. If I had my wits about you I'd best be reporting YOU to college the administration.” she says in her naturally genuine rich girl voice. If they were very near, as in alongside you, your pendant gave a green glow to indicate that things could proceed. But as soon as Jack was going at it again, her whines turned into soft coo’s, accentuated every now and then with a sharp intake of breath whenever Jack hit a certain spot. upwards against the material of their nude shirts. Oooh! “Ok well I will call you before then so take care baby girl.” In the queer world, he’d be known as a Bear. I smiled to myself as I remembered the looks on their faces. At the time I looked up, Marcus put his penis to my mouth and Jaquan put his penis in her mouth.I opened my mouth willingly and he entered my mouth, instead of him forcing me this time, I willingly grabbed his penis and I started performing oral sex on him. Watch them move, watch them Bob. I listened as Dakota was now just one long moan. They let me go and I stood, dropped my trousers and removed my shirt, standing trembling in my indian skimpy stretch briefs, just as quickly as before Tony and Billy grabbed me by the arms and threw me back on the couch. Because of me, a girl was dead. “You’re only eighteen; give it time.” I laughed breathily, “You would be surprised at the way trauma seeps into lust.” From the gym we went for a swim. You get all randy with them looking at you then you come to me and we have great sex.” I returned to the pussy that birthed me. It was incredible. She had not voiced all her fantasies as commands, but her mother had always reminded her that the level of trust you held for a person affected how explicit the commands needed to be. Teresa had never had a man’s tongue in her asshole before but she was digging it. It was hot and humid, being the middle of August what else is there? His legs were trembling slightly. Using a generous amount of lube he pushed the butt plug deep in her ass and the dildo in her pussy. I tried to explain, but to no avail. Sunday afternoon Cathy asked “what should we do for dinner” "Mm, you might make me spill something on the couch." Sunday morning was a repeat of Saturday morning. “I think you now know what is expected of you,” she said flatly. We feel that elimination of our drinking is but a beginning. Living with Avery has left me with little privacy and therefore, few places to hide the cologne. You always know the right combination of stimulation to drive me crazy. “Sindee, I want you to please my darling Dakota. He laid back on his bed and closed his eyes.