A bastard I certainly was not; big-headed, I certainly was. I confirmed this by comparing my head to my peers. Mine was larger, by several centimeters...to a dozen, depending upon the boy measured. I didn't ask any girls, therefore my hasty research may possibly be flawed, not that I felt much concern for this omission.I didn't mind at all if my head were out of proportion with my body. I began learning to read at age four upon Father's knee. I learned music from my mother at an early age,. My hard prick ached with want, precum dripping in clear sticky tears over my knob. Val thought we were moving from the kitchen when I released her loose bonds. She expressed surprise when I rolled her over face down on the table, her feet now touching the floor, and retied her hands to the table legs. I dribbled more oil into the crack of her arse, and probed her arsehole with a forefinger. She was certainly tight but relaxed herself to the intrusion. That was good because I had no desire to. Dinner that night was a quiet affair. Miranda, uncomfortable with the unusually quiet atmosphere, took it upon herself to start the conversation. "Oh, mom," she began, "I forgot to tell you. The teacher said we were having a surprise activity tomorrow and we should all were old clothes; stuff we wouldn't mind getting torn or really dirty." Louise couldn't help it. She started to cry again. Miranda was shocked. She had never seen her mother cry. Normally, the 32-year-old. ” He replied“Well don’t tell anyone not until tomorrow” I saidThe bell rang and I ran to my car and waited. A few minutes later Shelby walked over to me with a couple of her Friends. She gave me a kiss.“Can you give these guys a lift back to my place? They are coming to my parents Anniversary tonight too.” She said“Of course I will. I just need to put the stuff in the trunk, don’t worry you dress won’t get messed up.” I replied. I put the hood down and the prom stuff into the trunk. We drove.