No one quite knows how he got his name. I knew for certain that his given name is Seamus O'Brien, that he had never been to Sicily or even Italy, that...he had been born n the bowels of Chicago to Irish immigrant dock workers and that he spoke with a false Italian accent. He was a large man in a round sort of way and looked like he had wads of cotton wool stuffed between his lower mandible and his cheek and talked as if that were the case. His small eyes never seemed to miss a thing and glittered. Sarah wanted more than anything to feel a big hot cock in her sweet little cunt. She had wanted it since she was about ten years old.But Molly had been the lucky one.When Sarah left school, she went home and left her books on her desk, and went out to be alone. She had thought initially of going down by the lake, but the agreement among the girls (which Hill had not heard, since he left before the bell rang for afternoon classes, to avoid being seen), was that Anita would get first shot at the. She said, “Your cum tastes so good. Now I want you to taste me.” In an instant, I was at her knees, tugging down her dress. But then, I had the shock of my life. I grew faint and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. My heart was pounding louder than ever before, and I had no resistance left in me, as she gently touched the back of my head, pushing my face against her panties. Through the black nylon I could see her engorged cock, and a nano-second later my open mouth was pressed. She would get down nose to nose with me and say, “Can you do another pushup?” I’d say, “No.” Then she’d say, “Well, in my book, no means yes!, so do another pushup.” It forced me to try harder and I realized all that time I was able to do that third pushup. When we got to crunches and I’d say I can’t go any longer, she’d say, “What? You CAN go longer? Okay, five more crunches!” She was tough on me but it began to show. My body slimmed down, I got my first job to pay for my gym membership, and I.