At least I figure that a 32-inch screen is considered small nowadays. Although I prefer American football, especially after having lived in the US for some time, I used to play European football (i.e. soccer) in my youth and it being the world cup, held once every fourth year, helped spark my interest once again. The match was nothing in particular though, ending 1-1, with Brazil failing (in all honesty) to get the W. Rather tired I went to bed in the master bedroom, if it could be called that, consisting of a large king-sized bed, matching bedside tables in oak on either side of the bed and a closet. I woke up later than expected, having set no alarm, and what ought to have been breakfast became lunch, or rather: brunch. Having no plans made up, whatsoever, which in itself was part of the overall plan for my stay there, I went to the beach. There were a lot of vacationing families there, with the beach and its long wooden jetty as well as diving platform further out in the water, being the go-to destination when the sun was out. Today, however, the sun was only partially out, with thick white clouds hiding it most of the time. Situated on a towel a bit further up a sandy dune, so as to not be in the thick of all the families with their kids running around and fathers as well as mothers trying to keep up, and keep an eye out, I soon found myself being somewhat chilled. It wasn’t as warm out as could be expected. Checking my phone, the weather station said that the local temperature would be about 70 degrees Fahrenheit. With it being rather windy, and the sun only shining for a few moments at a time, I put my t-shirt back on. Maybe I wasn’t as warm-blooded as everyone else. Though seeing young girls run around in bikinis did inevitably cause a flow of blood to a certain part of my body. I admired them and their lithe young bodies from behind my sunshades. Moving about most probably helped keep them warm. Teenage girls had become my favorites. Although, as my fantasies had japanese become more controversial as time went on, I now found myself being aroused by, and from fantasies of, even younger lasses. Yes, preteen girls. At this point I ought to point out that I was, and had been for some time, rather sexually frustrated – I was acutely aware of it myself, and unable to deny it. It had been quite some time, more than two years in all honesty, since I had been with anyone. I had not had intercourse since my last girlfriend – a relationship which lasted only a couple of months. She had become to find me uninteresting, and dull I suspect. She had started dating me shortly after I first came over to work in the states, and at that time I had been in better shape. Having become complacent and having an ever-eroding discipline towards fast food (which was just so much more accessible than I had been used to coming over from Sweden), I had let myself go – and I knew it. Having been around 180 pounds for most of my adult life, I had quickly surpassed the 200s and it wasn’t until I reached around 250 pounds that I became sick of myself. It may not sound like a lot but bear in mind that it wasn’t muscle that I had packed on. I never exercised, truth be told. Being about 5 feet 10 inches long, I had become a lesser version of my earlier self, appearance-wise. As time went by, and my sexual frustration heightened, a will, or rather a need, for change was sparked. I have been going to the gym for more than a year and keeping a stricter control over what I fuel my body with, and although I would never presume to call myself fit, I am at least no longer overweight. I am currently about 200 pounds, give or take a few, with a little bit of muscle mass, though far (far) away from a hunk with a six-pack (my abdomen still has its share of excess fat). What has remained is, however, a lack of self-confidence and being an introvert certainly hasn’t helped with engaging the opposite sex. It having been such a long time Hardcore since I was intimate with a woman, I now found myself nervous about the prospect – thinking that I might have trouble with sexual stamina, or even be desperate about `getting it up´, and thus failing to do so. I finish logging Hardcore off Aratheon and shut my computer down before grabbing my bag. Uh ho, I’m in trouble if she tells Mom. I felt her lips through the thin layer of her strech pants and the thinner layer of her thong underneath. After I had finished talking, Jenny asked me if it would be okay for her to use them some day. That is just too... awkward. CERTIOK A wail erupted from her lips as she cried japanese out and he entered her more fiercely. I just knew this was amazing. “It’s ok Squirt,” he said, caressing my head. But, it is a sexual pleasure pal-ace. Only this time I can see a good length of his dick poking out! I got 969 to hold the tablet behind me so that he could see my butt. “Just thinking about you, my love,” she encouraged. I slides down and starts to undo her white lingerie bra. “Have them suck each other's cocks, Miss Jordan!” moaned Araceli