Looking around, he saw nobody here. It was dark, he was in an unfamiliar place, with no idea where he should go to seek help, and with no one to be seen about. He wrapped the unconscious girl with her torn clothes fetish as best as he could so that she kept so measure of modesty after what had happened to her, and carried her off into sensual the woods. It seemed that he would have to take care of her, until he can figure out exactly what had happened when he entered into the light, and where exactly he was. Author's Note: In my story, "Freddy in the Bathroom: Virginity Rubbed Away," I already told this entire story from my point-of-view, as one of the two people who actually lived this unique and unexpected event. And in the follow-up story, "Freddy in the Bathroom: My Wife's Confession," my husband has already described for you in great detail his thoughts and reactions to my having confessed to him about what took place between Freddy and me in that small bathroom on that fateful Sunday afternoon, back when I was a young lady. And at the time of its writing and editing, I had originally thought that that second story by my husband would be the final installment of my "Freddy in the Bathroom" series. But I eventually decided that there was still one more side of my "Freddy in the Bathroom" story left to tell. And that's Freddy's side of the story. And since there's really no way for him to tell you himself (let's face it, Freddy most likely doesn't even know that these online, x-rated stories of mine even exist--that is, if he happens to still be alive somewhere on this planet), I have decided to go out on a limb here, and tell Freddy's side of the story for him. However, I must exotic caution you that if you haven't already done so, I highly recommend that you read the first two stories of this series before you read this one, because in this story I am intentionally leaving out key details that I have already described in great detail in the first story, and that my husband has already thoroughly described in the second story. And so you will need that key background knowledge in order to fully appreciate this third story in what has turned out to be my "Freddy in the Bathroom" trilogy. Looking back on how everything happened, and analyzing this whole situation over and over again over the couple course of several weeks with the valuable help of my husband, Ray (not his real name), I was eventually able to figure out the most-likely scenario that took place in regards to Freddy's role in this life-changing event. In other words, I finally realized why Freddy did what he did to me, and how come he did things the way that he did. Basically, Ray and I went through all this in-depth analysis stuff (which by the way, had started out as a "guided re-enactment" of the event itself in our own bathroom, with my husband playing the role of "Freddy," and me coaching him on exactly what to do, and how to do it) in an effort to try to help me to better understand--and ultimately come to grips with--everything that happened between Freddy and me. Of course, I would be less than honest with you if I didn't also admit that my open and frank "Freddy" discussions with my husband inevitably led to some of the most awesome sex that Ray and I had ever experienced together. But be that as it way, all I can say is that this analysis of my own actions and reactions that day in the bathroom when I was in the process of losing my virginity to that older boy, coupled with the analysis of Freddy's actions and his most-probable intentions, turned out to be very therapeutic for me. It also brought answers to kinky most of the nagging questions that had confused and bothered me for many years. For example, one thing I had always wondered about was why Freddy spent so much time masturbating me and finger-fucking the crap out of me. Did he do it because he wanted to see how much he could make me orgasm, perhaps as a macho notch in one's belt kind of thing? Or was it because he was trying to make the sexual encounter itself last as long as possible? Or was it just his way of buying time for himself so that he could eventually build up enough courage to actually bring his dick into direct contact with my pussy? And that last question about dick-to-pussy contact brings up one of the biggest questions that had bothered me for many years: Why did Freddy fuck me that day in the bathroom? After all, he didn't have to. He could have done any number of other things, instead. For instance, he could have jacked himself off while he was feeling out my pussy. Or he could have had me jack him off and make him cum, before we each went our separate ways. Or he could have rubbed his dick against my pussy crack while he jacked himself off until he came all over my clitoris and pussy lips. But obviously that wasn't enough for Freddy. Instead, he chose to insert his penis up into my possibly-fertile baby-making hole, so that he could fuck the crap out of me, and end up releasing the vast majority of his ejaculated sperm right up against my cervix. But ironically, the question that bothered me even more was: Why didn't Freddy ever come back for a second helping of my tasty "pussy-pie" after anal he left the bathroom that day? In other words, why didn't Freddy attempt to fuck me a second time--or even a third time--either during that same afternoon, or during later sexual encounters on a different day? After all, he had to have realized that I would continue to cooperate completely with him, just like I had already done during that very first time. And at his age, I'm positive that Freddy had the ability and the stamina to be able to ejaculate several times in one day, with very short refractory periods in between each of his orgasms. Well, I'm pretty sure that I have figured out the answers to these questions and many more. And now I'm finally ready to share those answers with you. Just knowing we’ve pleased our master is all the reward we get here, and that’s more than enough. He didn’t know what to say, but I saw movement in his shorts. Please forgive me! I had to call a squad meeting at Cindy's house.' “Yes, it’s a family outing this time Henry.” “So, I guess it’s safe to assume that you never gave Dad a blowjob either.” We had quite a pile out there and as I was taking out the next box, I saw a car coming down the street. My cock had sprung to life and was as hard as it had ever been, she stood there examine the bulge in my shorts and she looked up at me and said” I have seen your cock numerous times and every time I see it, it makes me feel funny inside.” I still couldn’t speak or move and she reached couple up and laid her small hand on the bulge in my shorts and just rubbed it. She let the bra slide down a bit in kinky a kind of teasing way – it was clear she didn’t really know what she was doing, but the fact anal she was doing it definitely made the scene sexier. After unbuttoning the last button, giggling, I then slowly opened my blouse, revealing my shiny metallic silver bra. Pushing up her hair behind her ears, her blue eyes wandered over her body as she mulled over her dress choice. Would you be willing to work for Jennifer? I’m so sorry, Freydis.” We were straddled atop him a second later, heaving up and down to the fervent pace of his thrusts, Elena absorbing every inch of his lust deep within her, and giving it to me with all the hatred and love she could. Nothing to do. “It’s GAME NIGHT, ladies and gentlemen!” The crowd roared for a minute, then let him continue on. Besides, I had an idea forming in my mind. Then he gave a push and He left the room. It looked like roast beef. Jennifer also knew she could feel everything and was happy to have her boyfriend so close to make the feelings even stronger for Nicole. While it might be kind of fun to build a life from scratch while living on a shoestring, it might not be all that bad to start life with a financially secure guy. Once she was knuckle-deep, she began to slide back out. An evil laugh cut through the room as Lilith stated, "No, I have far from lost! Later that evening, Abigail drove to the funeral home chapel near the end of the visitation time listed in Abigail's obituary. Both girls gasped when they saw my cock sticking straight up poking out of my suit nudging my belly button. I fired my girl-spunk into her mouth. The heady fragrance never failed to arouse him. She finally gives one last pull and out comes the plug.”OHMYGODFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!” Jemma now physically shaking, going down to her knees from where she was bent over. I sigh silently. If I don't cum I'll have to do bad things to you." Shelly giggled and jumped off the fetish sofa. “Right you 2;” the manageress said; “that’s your punishment for today. The moment the words left my mouth, my thoughts tingled as I felt my mind changing. I am pretty sure exotic if you had asked me I would have been more then willing to have sex with you back then. Slowly, he crept forward until he was inches sensual from peering around the wall and into the living room, his cock rock hard and sweat on his brow. Philippe then moved Linda's arms to her side and reached down to give her a gentle belly rub. I felt something soft on my hand so I grabbed it and cleaned my face as best I could. She allowed herself to release, her vaginal muscles twitching and gripping at the cock inside her as if to draw him deeper. "Hello, now you know how my pussy feels," I laughed. He fingered her through the orgasm and pulled from her pussy when her body went limp and she moaned and shook with the aftermath of the orgasm.