This feels wonderful!" I was not old enough to be able to ejaculate but the feeling just got better and better. I never felt any big release, but the ...eeling was fantastic. I asked Julie if she had heard anything about fucking. She had heard about it but was real unsure of what it was. I figured it was probably what my parents did when my dad would get on top of my mother and kind of humped up, and down. Sometimes my mother was on her back and sometimes she was on her stomach. I had only seen. "Amazing!" She rocked back and forth, feeling pleasure tingle out from her cunt to her belly and her thighs. She took hold of the boy's face, meeting his eye. "Hmm?" He looked away, whimpering. "Aw!" A giggle escaped her. He was just to die for!There was such intimacy to r****g a boy. Trapping him in you, devouring him. Almost like stealing his very soul. Taking pleasure from imposing yourself within his boundaries, violating them, from forcing such intense sensations on him. Forcing him to cum. Ok first things first a small trial to see how this thing works but who on?"Your coffee sir," said Kathy my secretary, breaking my daydream.She put my mug down a wiggled out of my office. Even with her wearing a lab coat she couldn't hide her curves. Ok so I had my victim so how was I going to do this?"You working late sir," she said.I looked up at my clock to discover it was after six."You'll have to lock up, everybody's gone," she said.So what was I waiting for, no better chance would ever. In a way, it was pretty pathetic that they couldn't' come up with much to talk about that hadn't already been talked to death.Giving up, Hammond said, "We'll have to go as painters." I hate that disguise," Carl said with a groan.He had a coverall that basically hid his body. He wore a painter's cap with a fake ponytail that stuck out the back. He had a pair of black plastic framed glasses with little paint specs on it. Hammond had a little bottle of paint they would use to complete the.