Forget about it. I was a lean, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, bronze-skinned kid and even as early as age 8 or 9, I knew I happened to be good looking even...though I wasn’t worried about it. I was always self-assured, fun, casual, easy-going and fairly popular.Whenever I was home for the evening, sometimes I shucked my pants or shorts after dinner too and spent a lot of my time in just my underwear. It was just me, my mom and my two older brothers, and I never felt any need to be modest around any of. His face bent down close to my sex and he drew in a deep breath. “Your pussy smells so hot, I think it needs a cool down too!” Without waiting for me to do or say anything, he brought his mouth to my lower lips and gently sucked in on my lips and pulled them out.Now I had one of the guys at school go down on me once. He thought his tongue was supposed to be a good substitute for a dick…. It wasn’t. But Uncle Ron knew what to do with his tongue, as it traced the valleys of my sex lips and. She unbuckled her black pants and lowered them, she wore only white lace panties. She stepped out of her pant leggings and slowly glided a hand up her belly and grabbed one of her breasts.She saw the creature get hard.She smirked.She took a few steps forward and the creature ran at her. "Stop!" She screamed, The creature didn't, it grabbed her by the shoulders and whipped her to the ground ready to rip her to shreds. It had feelings in it's gut and it's penis, it didn't know what they meant. . yeah not so much. Like he touched me, and I didn't go all melty. Not because I was mad, which I was, and not because I tried not to feel anything, but yeah, it was like I'd suddenly developed an immunity to his bullshit. So I try to pull my hand away and he wont let go. You know how he doesn't squeeze or anything he just, holds on, and I look at him, and he comes at me with those lusty drunk badboy eyes..So I pretty much fell to my knees and sucked him off.But wait, it's not what you think..