Anthony, I really want to fuck you Anthony. I want to fuck you hard, just the way you fuck me." One of your dildos! You have more than one strap-on di...do!" Now he was both nervous and excited. I had laid it on pretty thick but now it was time to close the deal and find out how this would all play out. I slowed down considerably leaned back and began to turn on the mistress act."Anthony, sweetie, would you please go in the kitchen and get us another drink and I'll tell you everything? At this. I listened to her soft breathing as she quickly fell asleep. Damn her, she had left me with a pair of blue balls worse than I've ever had. And I definitely could not possibly fall asleep, despite my tossing and turning and remembering – and lusting.Yes, lusting.Fuck it, I told myself. I'll never get to sleep. I had no choice but to do what teenagers have always done in cases like this. My cock filled with blood at my first touch and I began to stroke it, just like in the old days. But not. My innocent-little-girl voice returned. "Well, it's not just a little story I've been saving... I've been lying to you ever since the first time you touched me 'down there'."He slid further onto the bed, still keeping one foot on the floor, but crossed his other leg in front of him - settling in to listen for a while. "Oh, what did you lie about?"I looked down at the bed, and rolled my head around, not looking at him. "Well, you weren't the first one to make me come." I felt his hand under my. "They're mainstreaming Billy at school. He got picked on before but I'm scared it's going to be much worse. Also, he's not talking to me or his grandma as much as he used to. Last spring he would run home from school and barricade himself in his room and not tell me why. Sometimes I could hear him crying. Once when I asked him what was wrong, he said I wouldn't understand because I was a girl."Tamara looked pained. She struggled to catch her breath again at the memory."I spent a lot of the.