I pin his hands above his head, as I kick his legs apart. “Ahh Cindra.” Ian groans. “Shut up. Don’t look back. Don’t you move your hands. An... stick your ass out, pretty boy.” I commanded as I give his pale ass a smack.Ian moaned and turned his head, facing the wall while sticking his ass out for me.I grinned as I drink in the prefect view, his sexy ass all for me. I place my hands on them, spreading the cheeks apart to reveal the puckering hole between. I place a finger on it, the hole. "Take a little nap. And when you wake up, you'll feel like a whole new man."So I did. And I did.Amanda Powell was not the prettiest girl at Brooksville High School. She had too many freckles, she was at least three or four years out of style and her hair never quite seemed to be in any recognizable hairdo. But she was smart and pleasant and often quite unhappy.Except not at this particular moment I'm going to describe. What's happening in my happy memory is in a secluded little knoll of trees. "Please Sam, do not cry. It was not your fault, you could not know. I'm not blaming you." But you must hate me now." Trust me, I don't. Maybe we can think about going out some time later. OK?"Talk about lighting up. She nodded and I wiped away the tears she had and kissed her forehead before going away. I was a bit worried about that promise I made. I really was not sure if I would ever be up to it.By the end of the day I started to hurt. My last class would have been PE but there was no way I. Taken in by a foster family in west Berlin he finally understood what a happy home was, being honestly cared for Jonas came out of his shell reveling in just being with people who truly cared for him and his well being. He spent 6 months with the foster family, learning what it was to be a child. Two months after his 6th birthday he was adopted by a 3rd generation German couple in the Brighton Heights district of Pittsburg. Klaus and Maria Brandauer were in their mid thirties, unable to have.