"I know a game if you're bored" I replied with a sudden joy inside me. "Okay then whats it called"? he asked with a slight grin on his face. "Well I ...on't know you're quite a bit younger than me it may be a little rough for you" I said quietly knowing that he would want to play it even more which would justify that it's a gay game if two boys play it. "Try me" he challenged me with his cheeky smile as he jumped on the single bed next to mine. "The game is what you make of it, It's called. No! You are her slut! It's not your place to cum unless she wants you to.But God, I so wanted to disobey her.Finally, she carefully set her brush down, and stood up and turned, her green eyes flashing with admiration. I looked downward, full of remorse. Her smile grew more wicked. She shrugged, and her robe slipped to the floor; I feasted on her glory. She was the most beautiful woman in the world. Even before I became their slut, I had enjoyed my fair share of hotties, but they were all. Mary's mother even trimmedit into a unisex style and I couldn't be accused of being a mess. For a while that's all it was, just lipstick and long hair, but one dayMary was wearing mascara and so I had to try that too. How lovely! Thepretty girl in the mirror blissed me out. My little cock got so hardthat Mary couldn't miss it, and she said "Truth Time, show me whatyou're doing." She had showed me the little buds growing on her chest soI had to fess up. We both stared at the little wonder which. ’ Unlike California women, her skin is untanned, white, luminous. Her breasts medium sized and perfectly formed with large dark nipples. Her waist small. Voluptuous flesh on fine bones. She looks about nineteen. I start to lick her, but she grabs my hair and says, ‘Just fuck me.’ I move up, her legs over my arms. She gasps as I slide all the way in with one motion. Usually I take my time, but I just let myself go. She cries out several times. A man never really knows, but she seems to come..