He was in his early twenties, probably still in school nearby. All I saw was how handsome he was, blonde hair, naked to the waist, cut-off jeans and sandals. He was before me in line at Starbucks and I stood there looking down at his rounded asscheeks… my crotch feeling warmer and warmer as my
Where does one begin to tell the tale of one afternoon. I have always loved the feel of a pair of silk panties and the knowing that no one knows I am wearing them, even when standing next to them. With a name of Alex it is not something all men wear. I love and
This story is true, and from the late 70s, before we found out anonymous sex could kill you! My Saturday afternoon routine often included an hour or so at the local ABS, sucking and being sucked. Besides the fact that I LOVED to suck, I though dropping a load or two in the afternoon made