Iremember those days. I did not miss them and considered very carefullyhow to prevent their re-emergence.Do you know what goes on behind the closed do...rs of your neighborhood?What do your best friends do at night before sleeping? Do she peg him agood one? Does he make her endure irrumatio? Are they scat people? Whoties up whom?I offer to you, dear reader, that much goes on just past the well-cutand trimmed Kentucky Bluegrass front lawns of the homes in your 'hood.Don't even ask about condos and. ’ she added with a cheeky grin. ‘I don’t expect us to fuck every time we kiss or touch each other. Anyway, what better way of rearousing, your interest? That’s how you described it earlier, isn’t it? What better way than being close, and what better way of doing that than by washing each other?’ Again she left me with no argument, and, remembering what had happened only a few days before, when we’d showered together at my aunt’s place, I had to admit to myself that the mere thought of running. I followed her down the big hallways to the bright white bathroom. and inside a bath allready ran, with pink water and bubble, the girly smell of perfume was in the air.."get in slut" she demanded.. i slid off the g-string and slowly placed myself in the bath.."ok now, to get rid of all that hair" she said as she grabbed my right leg and brought it outside the bath. she picked up a razor and began to slowly shave away all my hair on my leg.. it was so degrading.. boys didnt have smoothe legs... Pleasurably comfortable. I wasn’t thinking about his age...I felt cock...cock is good...cock up the butt is sensational...any cock you get in there. My arse needed a too regular cock feed.My arse took him so easily. My back door of happiness was too frickin relaxed. It was like an open day and my arse just kept accepting invitations. Still I was young and it was holding its glorious tightness. I knew how to keep it in shape. It was one my pleasure dispensers and I always got the maximum.