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By the way, I just realized that Disney married a 16 year old to an 18 year old.. I know it’s 2 years difference, BUT SHE’S 16!!! And you’re telling me that’s normal, but these kinds of stories aren’t?? They’re just as good as your movies, but hey, who am I to judge.. It’s nice to have another story on my profile though, and trust me it’ll be awhile before I write another.. I hope this one is just as good as my first one, so enjoy it while it lasts!!! Let me know if you liked it!!! -George I spent the first 21 years of my life in a large apartment building complex and much of my childhood was spent with the other kids around my age in the building. We grew up together and summers consisted of hanging out in the back-yard basketball court, pool, and in each other’s apartments. My best friend from the group was a girl named Eva. She’s two years older than me and we met when we were little. She’s always been a pov beautiful girl; purely Irish with blonde hair and a thicker, but not fat, build. She was also always the troublemaker of the group – the first to come up with a stupid idea like borrowing her mom’s car without a license, wandering off around town without telling our parents, and doing all sorts of things that got me in trouble. As we grew older and entered high school, our two-year age divide started to show itself. She started getting into drinking and smoking with her friends, wearing tight leggings and dating guys. We started to drift away in closeness but always remained friendly. I remember coming to school freshman year and seeing how wild she was – she had a reputation for being a slut, had a fat ass and liked to show it off in really tight leggings with tee shirts (so everyone could see her ass), public and she sold Hardcore pot. It wasn’t until my senior year of high school, and her sophomore year in college, that we started hanging out again almost every day. By then, I myself had started getting into drinking and smoking so we’d link up every night to blaze in the back of my building with many people from our original building group as well as other new friends. It was at this age that I started to appreciate just how sexy Eva was. She had dyed her hair red, had blowjob such a thick ass and thighs that she always stuffed into leggings that were a size smaller than she needed, and had a fun personality. I had always wanted to bust a move on her, but she always saw me as so much younger and was into guys with tattoos and beards, so I lacked confidence. I settled for the next best thing I could at the time – pictures. Whenever we’d hang out, I’d try snap a few shots of her ass in leggings for jerk off material at night. I eventually compiled hundreds of these photos – and would secretly appreciate her beauty without her knowledge. Eventually, since I spent a lot of time at her house just hanging out, I had many opportunities to steal her thongs and finally mustered up the courage to take one. On three occasions, she had briefly stepped out of her apartment and I was able to grab a thong buried in her dirty clothes hamper while I waited for her to come back. One day she even took a shower while I was at her house, and I actually stole a pair of her leggings by putting them on under my jeans. Let’s just say that those nights were spent with my nose glued to her croch strings. Her thongs were all g strings – tiny little vagina and asshole strings that absolutely reeked of her musk – especially by the little dental floss by her asshole. For at least a year, the scent of her pussy and asshole, plus the pictures, kept me as content as I’d be actually fucking her. As time moved on, we remained close – spending a lot of time together during the summers. We continued studying and dating other people. The musk eventually faded from her thongs and leggings and they were no longer giving me the daily satisfaction they once had. For years I had been trying to find an opportunity to make a move on her, and that opportunity finally presented itself during my junior year of college. We amateur both were in relationships at the time – Eva had been in one with some rocker guy for practically 2 years and I was with some other girl for like 6 months. Eva started posting statuses on facebook questioning some of the fucked up things he did to her such as screenshots of him flipping out on her through text, and it was clear that they were breaking up. I took the initiative to talk to her about the statuses that she posted and to comfort her. She told me that they had broken up and that she was in a rough place, and I just told her that I found her so sexy, intelligent and fun and that she’ll have no problem finding a better man. She kind of had a twinkle in her eye as she looked at me after I said that, and she gave me a hug. I returned the hug but put my hands way lower than usual, wrapped around her lower back right above her ass and gave her a solid squeeze. I felt the slight dampness of her sweat through her shirt as we hugged for a few seconds in silence. Sarah appears to be such a good girl, knowing how much she needs security theater and never daring to be fun like Clara. Erica wasn't awake yet - exhausted and traumatized from the night before, she was sleeping through even the urgent banging. Just by the way her boobs bounced, he knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Sorry” I said. “James and I only got together this past week,” said Jennifer, “We're both learning as Hardcore we go along.” She was loving every second of it. My turn asking Brian now? I do not entirely understand their selections. Bounced. A naughty grin shot across my teacher's face as her dark fingers seized my pale cock. We head back to the Chateau. Alistair did indeed stare. But, she was gasping softly, small moans of feeling that urged him on. I have no doubt in my mind of who I am. Evelyn was last to get off the boat and as she did she thanked me for a wonderful day and said I should join them the following night as it would be there last night and she wanted to buy public me dinner to say thanks. If there wasn’t anything to clean up that hair cut would look terrible from a simple barber instead of your preferred amateur salon.” My pleasure burned through my mind. “Mom always worries. “Hey mom, is dad going to be home soon?” I asked when I got home from blowjob school and went to the living room. She had a surprise for him, apparently. By then it was almost time for dinner so I suggested we walk down the pov block to Mia Bella Trattoria.