"Is all of that for me?" she whispered into my ear. "It feels huge." All for you," was my somewhat strained reply.She continued to whisper in my ear, ...I want you to notice that my panties are very tiny and absolutely soaking." As she spoke she pushed my hand up under her skirt until my fingers encountered the gusset of her panties.They were tiny, and black and wringing wet with her juices. I slipped a finger in through the leg band and felt the soaking wet slickness of her pussy lips. My finger. Mike was 23 and never did like me that much, but i was always bothing him about the Army. He spent some time in the service, and he was a regular customer at my dad's army surplus store. when we rode up into Mike's driveway, he was telling me how stupid i looked in all those clothes on such a hot day, when I took a look at his crotch. thats something i never did before that camping trip. Anyway, he had a nice buldge in his shorts and he caught me stairing at it.thats when he gave Paul some. ? I did as ordered and dropped the shirt on the ground. I heard a few bids! The auctioneer stood next to me and rubbed his hands and my bare back. I felt embarrassed that he was paying so much attention to me!?What a magnificent specimen of manhood,? He said as he rubbed my arms. ?Look how strong these arms are! He is ready to pull a plow.? This is an exaggeration, for I am skinny and have thin arms. I heard more bids. I hope I will not be bought by a farmer.The auctioneer ordered me to. ’ Their father took them home as dusk approached, and I waved goodbye. This time, it felt like I was waking up from a dream. I squared my shoulders, and mentally vowed to be the best gondolier who ever lived! Time passed, and though I saw my children once a month, it truly felt like we lived in different worlds. I passed my test and proudly accomplished my other lifelong dream. It took me a while to realize it, but eventually I knew that something was wrong, I simply wasn’t happy. By this time,.