The Prozac at work! "The
salesgirl insisted I try on each one and come out and show her, because they
don't permit returns of lingerie, she said, once it's left buttbuddies the store. It was
humiliating, all those women shoppers gathering to see.
You don't need to feel
embarassed, Molly. A lot of girls do that. So what have you got there that's
getting you so hot and bothered?
It could be our secret."
I guess he was just trying to get me to end the conversation so he said,
"Well not today, but I'll buttbuddies think about it."
That did the trick. I dropped the subject and hoped for another day. That
night I jacked off three loads just thinking about Eric fucking my
face.
So I put the note
in your locker. I was hoping I'd get to see you the next day, but you didn't buttbuddies
come to school. I masturbated for hours that night, thinking about you..."
Finally, I spoke, "W-w-who are you?
He heard the horn beep and the
door slam. They would be running up the stairs soon
he knew. He kept typing, forgetting his cock and balls were
hanging out in the open.
