I was humiliated again by her. After that she came over to me and told me she wasn’t going to fuck him tonight, but that she wanted to. She told me ...he had felt his cock and that she had asked him how big it was. She said he said 9 inches. She said we were leaving but we had to make a stop first. On the the way home we stopped at a CVS she went inside and bought a ruler. We went home and as soon as we got inside she told me to strip and get hard. I was still kind of in a daze. I was confused. In my mouth . I rubbed it in it felt so good. You little piss slut he laughs your hard! I was very hard. After the shower we got dressed and rode our bikes until dinner time. Over the course of the summer I was filled with cock at least once a day. Most days I didn’t want it but he didn’t care. He took what he wanted. He used me and abused me. Even during the school year he did what he wanted. Mostly on weekends he would make me sleep over his house. One weekend I was over there he made me wear. "Let's make sure first. Remember we measured you last August, and you were a little over six and a half inches? I'll measure it again."Mandy arose and exited our bedroom. I took my penis between my fingers, examining it with quizzical eyes. Jesus, it did look a little smaller than usual! My wife shortly returned clutching a wooden ruler, and knelt on the bed beside me.“Stroke it totally hard for me, baby,” she said. I did as she asked, and once I was fully erect she pressed the ruler lightly. Little did I know, Ananya was also a left-back, just like me. This meant that we would have joint drills and exercises with each other (!?). On the first day of the joint sessions, I was too scared to look her in the eye. She was an exquisite player, probably better than me.Seeing her wear the tight jersey, which accentuated her perfectly rounded teen breasts, was just too much for me. Her long, long legs grasped my fascination for days. Her perfect petite ass made me feel bad about myself. How.