Once I was back inside of my house, I went straight to the bathroom to wash off my dick and put on a clean pair of underwear. Amateur porn Davy went over to the rock wall and peeked over the top of it, motioning for me to follow suite. Shortly after I had reached puberty, Davy had taken me under his wing and patiently taught me all about “masturbation,” and “sperm,” and other sexually-related stuff like that. The kind with two, rounded, “T”-shaped, metal posts on each end, and four wires strung across tautly between the the two posts, which are about 20 feet apart from each other. For example, Susie’s pussy mound was noticeably smaller than Sharon’s, and it wasn’t anywhere near as hairy as Sharon’s was, either. I also used to hold hands with Susie, and put my arm around her shoulders or her waist, and even lean over from time to time and give Susie a big juicy kiss on the lips, because she was my girlfriend at the time, and we were “going steady” with each other. “Shhh,” Davy whispered back, just as quietly, “They’ll hear us.”
“Who’ll hear us?” I whispered back.
