The only reason Jenn didn’t want to have sex with me, was cause she feared the size of my dick was going to hurt too much.”Looking at Jenn, I aske... “Isn’t that right Jenn?”Going on, I said, “What’s more, the only reason she’s going out with you, is because she figured I couldn’t raise her popularity enough. So, congratulations on being the fall back.”“You don’t know what the hell you are talking about.”“Well, let’s see what Jenn has to say about it. So, Jenn, what’s the reality of the. So anyway when Daphne Hart entered my office for her interview, I was immediately impressed. Her application said that she was five feet ten inches, one hundred and twenty-five pounds, and next to that she wrote in 32-E.Daphne was wearing a red skintight dress, red fuck me high heels, and a shinny gold pendant nestled in her ample cleavage. She walked to me with one foot in a straight line in front of the other. That made her fabulous hips gyrate, her breasts sway from side to side, and caused. It was partly cloudy; the storm had passed and it was turning nice again. I’d have to go in and wake up my sleeping beauty and take her for a quick little hike around Lake Jackson before it got dark. Entering the room again, I found her just as I left her, beautifully sound asleep. I crawled up to her and kissed her tenderly on the lips. She startled at the touch, but then opened her eyes, smiled at me and stretched widely. “O hi, Gramps,” she said sleepily. “Hi yourself,” I said, smiling. Okay, you get the message: I’ll stopping bitching.He left me at the curb so no one would hear a car coming up the driveway, and I snuck around to the backdoor of the house; two a.m., maybe two-thirty. More than three hours past curfew, and I figured my parents were sitting up in the family room, loaded for bear, and ready to fight. And I was not ready to fight. I was ready to cry, because my fifteenth birthday had been a Disaster, yes, with a capital "D".I eased open the door, and saw instantly.