But first, I think I need go back to my room and “take care” of something…
There’s a saying that goes, “Young, dumb and full of cum.” Well, I’m definitely “young.” “Dumb?” I would like to think not, but I have been known to say and do some dumb things from time to time. Unlike driving in a car, riding a bike leaves my whole body visible; I lean forward and position the bottom of my loose-fitting t-shirt to cover my obvious crotch tent. I couldn’t get my clothes off fast enough today. He walks around the pool, approaching to talk to her, then he leans in to whisper something. I must say, this sure feels good. I now understand what Renee meant about the guy usually cumming first. Yup, that’s all that was needed to take my thoughts back there, here I am with a great big, throbbing boner again. This apartment is beyond stifling and we are both pouring sweat. Finally, I think I’m worn out, not to mention all sweaty again. Self-control, easy to for me to say to myself, but it’s a real personal test after how sexed-up I’ve been since late last week.
