Maybe the fact that he died while beating my mother so bad she requiredweeks of hospitalization was enough to salve any grief I might have knownotherw...se.----My second "Real" man was this nice, sweet basketball player at my school.He wooed me for weeks, telling me all the sweet little things that mademe melt inside. It didn't take him long to convince me (with my lowlyself opinion at that time) that he loved me. I didn't just give myvirginity to him, I threw it at him with reckless abandon. . You're OK, I like you, and it'd be a lifetime memory to give it up to someone famous. You also give off good vibes. I'm pretty, have great tits, and probably would fuck like a mink if given the chance. I mean, after the first time, that is. I'll even be your girl for a while, and you can do me a dozen times a day if you want."The suddenness of her offer stopped my thinking. The devil on my shoulder thought of how nice it'd be to fuck the living daylights out of the pretty girl. The voice of the. In fact all my sexual fantasies, my ideal girl, were an imitation of her. For Heaven’s sake I landed up marrying a tall and blonde girl. She was my first kiss. By the time I had reached puberty, it was her image that I would fantasize and masturbate to. ‘You’re Annie Belzor,’ I said. She looked away with shock in her face, then turned, stared intently at me for a moment. A smile slowly came across her face and she calmly stated, ‘You’re Tommy from the Ogden farm.’ ‘Yes I am.’ My eyes swelled up. Her friend was still waving goodbye when Ally reached for my cock. My holiday casual attire was jogging pants with an elastic waist. Before I drove a hundred yards, she leaned into my lap and hungrily sucked my cock. She told me to pull over at a small park so we could enjoy the moment more. When I turned off the engine she handed me her phone. “Watch this,” she said. The small screen showed Ally's bedroom, specifically her bed with a little wider view around it. There was no movement, but the.