So what do you suppose I did? Right. Trained myself the other way. I was not going to let someone tell me I was destined to be a member of a herd, wit... the attendant mentality.So it was that when I turned twelve, and began manifesting those pubescent features that come along about that time, my father started ragging on me. One day soon, he'd say, some willowy little blond would come and drape herself on my shoulder.See where this is going? Not if I had anything to say about it, she wouldn't.. "With what you were doing I nearly didn't have to. I nearly popped off without so much as touching myself. It was touch and go there for a few seconds - but I didn't."Mom slid her hand down and gently ran her fingers over my erection and whispered in my ear again,"So this is still fully loaded for me? I think it's time that you returned the favour and let me see you - since you've already had a good look at all I've got." And she threw the bed covers back and urged me to sit up so that she. I open my mouth and her tongue went into my mouth. I could tell she hadn’t brushed her teeth yet, her breath smelled terrible, but I’m sure mine was just as bad, but it did not stop us from kissing. I sucked on her tongue like it was the best tasting candy I had ever had.I reached over to undo Darcy’s belt to her robe, but she stopped me. She reached inside her robe and pulled out a small book. She then handed it to me.“Marcy, this is my diary, it will tell you how I became a slut. Please read. No boys (aside from teachers and staff) were allowed inside the school perimeters. It was like a drug--he had to stick his dick in their little pussies. He loved to make them suck his dick, he loved goin' down on them, fondling their developing breasts, fingering their hardening nipples. The thought that he was taking away their purity turned him on so much that the more he thought about it, the more his dick felt like it was going to explode.One Saturday night after going out to the bar with.