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 hot … Grabbed my hand and put them on her breasts. I really squeezed them and she almost threw a fit. I think she was surprised and so was I because she wasn't the type girl I'd enjoy being with … But when you get in a position like that you don't care …"

"You sure don't … then what happened."

"We messed around for awhile. I had a hard on and she felt it. Even opened my pants and pulled it out and squeezed … she squeezed it until I thought she'd kill me. It hurt …"

"Then what …"

Gaylord looked at his companion … and wondered if he was sounding convincing … He certainly didn't want Rogers to think of him as a sissy … God forbid … even if he did lie a little … He continued. "Then, she just laid back on the seat and pulled up her dress and I crawled on. Didn't even have any pants on." He was convincing himself, for the blood was already rushing around his groin; not from what he was saying, but from the throbbing in Rogers's trousers. He looked back into Rogers's eager eyes and continued … "I bet I was on her for half an hour. I pumped and pushed and she pushed back like she knew all about it, and she did too. She knew her stuff … Boy she could wiggle … had lots of practice I found out later."

Rogers, feeling of his groin, smirked, "You've got me hot and wiggly just listening to you."

"I have," giggled Gaylord.

"You sure have … Look, I've got a hard."

"You're not by yourself."

"Christ, you said it," Rogers roared, carelessly slapping Gaylord's tent-shaped trousers.

"Ouch," screamed Gaylord. "That's me." He did likewise.

"Hey," laughed Rogers. "And that's me."

"Now you know all about me."

"And you know all about me, too."

"I guess I do."

"One thing you don't know and that is I couldn't stay on a dame a half hour if my life depended on it. I get so damned mad at myself.

Just when I'm about to start—hell … it's over."

"You mean like a rabbit?" laughed Gaylord. 126