Which was everything I always hoped it would be, by the way. Of course, this means I’m just about out of cherries,” she added with a laugh, “unl...ss you want to get really kinky or call in the Marines.”“Anyway, I think she was physically willing to try — no one lets their partner keep poking and prodding back there without being at least theoretically open to the idea, whether or not they end up liking it or wanting to do it again — but she saw it as representative of a huge step in your. Julie was 15 years old, a 5'8" brunette, with small perky breasts, a tight little ass and a sexualappetite that never seemed to stop. The young brunette sat on her bed and grinned at me as I stood in front of her, admiring her youthfulinnocence and bright features."Do you wanna, you know, fool around?" she asked me, smiling mischieviously. "I've had this...itch...in my bum all day long..."She was wearing a white button-up blouse and pleated school-girl skirt, as well as dress-code white socks.. Her makeup was toned down, but you can still pick up subtle hints here and there.Anyway, back to my problem. My dick.Lately, it’s been getting hard. And I know it’s not my daughter’s new look. That would be obscene.But hard it got in the morning and night. Most guys don’t have a problem with boners. I do. I’m what you call being freakishly endowed. It’s a curse, really. The lads took the piss at school and when I was old enough and horny enough to date, I usually scared the shit out of women in. I craved no riches either because that seemed to rot the soul and pervert the heart of the purest of men. I didn’t love being dirt poor, I simply didn’t want the lust for money that surely accompanied great wealth. Money can do wondrous things such as see that God’s work on earth continues and surly no man can say that is evil. We all need money to a certain degree to feed our families and you cannot say that is an evil thing either. Surely it is not fair to hate a man whom God has blessed with.