“Morning,” he returned.“Are you rested?” she asked.“Very much so,” he said, smiling.“Good, because it’s my turn.” She squeezed his m...nhood again.He looked down and gaped. His prick was at least nine inches long and fat as a prize winning carrot. It was also hard as rock. He had a sudden fear that the effects of the beans might become permanent. It wouldn’t be so bad if it was only like this, but this was twice as big as he usually was. What would life be like if he had to carry his dong around. This is what they don't fucking teach girls in high school! I love that you can go out there and make your own choices about who you fuck, how often, how much, and when you are done with one man or woman, however painful that might be, you feel as if you have the freedom to move on. If you did choose to marry, nobody is going to check to see if your hymen is still intact. What I'm saying, and I know I'm going on and on, is that the freedom that you enjoy now came from the blood and sacrifice. Simon and I are concerned but I don’t think that it is a bad thing. Only time will tell what they are discussing. While they are talking it is leaving Simon and I alone with Ciera. Ciera is a nice girl. She turned sixteen this year too and had been peppering me with questions about the party and if I feel any different being an ‘adult.’ She seems to know that Simon and I are closer than we should be and doesn’t mind if we hold hands or snuggle on the couch. I like her. She left the room once. “what do you want?”, was her cold bitter reply which broke all my courage and made me look like a stupid old fool. “i didn’t want to hurt you I m sorry”, I said hoping this would melt her anger a little. “what do you mean!” she exclaimed. I pointed at the results board. “you are gonna bite the dust next term. Shameless!”, she said as she shoved me away. Damn! What did I say wrong!And then I realized what a great fool I am. Next day I apologized her at least 10 times before she agreed to have a.