And other familiar faces were there, too, interspersed among pretty strangers. Here, for example, was the first girl who had let him touch her bare breast—God, how many times the poor teenaged boy had m*********d himself to that delirious memory, again and again and again! There was a friend’s sister, the one who taught him to tongue-kiss on a beautiful rainy afternoon. And on the other side smiled the housewife of the family who had lived next door to the house where he had grown up, upon whom he had had such a desperate, secret crush as a boy. Writhing sinuously in their reciprocal arousal, all of these lovely females begged him to pleasure himself before them. They whispered and smiled, calling him a dirty, dirty boy and telling him how much his shameless perversion aroused them. They w
