I love you Helen Elizabeth Hamner." I love you too, Benjamin Martin Hamner. Now give me a kiss and let's see what we can tell the 'children' lover boy... so they don't go blabbing all our 'family' secrets."We discussed what to tell my sisters. We figured out that we could tell them, that because we are a close family, I can somehow talk in their minds. Some things I would need to make them forget or ignore. Especially things going on at home, like my new relationship with Mom. These were our. My family is&hellip, well we are rich. Considering all of this, people could say I had everything: friends, brains, looks, class, money. But there was one thing I never had: Women. This drove me crazy. I had anything every teenager could dream about, except girlfriends. Even if I was sixteen, I never had any girlfriend. Its not cause I was shy or anything, girls just didnt seem to want to date me. It made me angry or sad at times, but I knew to find comfort in little things. That is why I was. They moved quickly to the nearest mausoleum as they obviously knew the cemetery well, but I decided not to intercept or interfere just observe their activity. The mausoleum is fairly open on one side and sadly has lots of graffiti from vandals on the walls and any place they can spray paint their initials and filthy pictures on. Once inside the young blonde removed her rain coat, laid it on top of a large flat topped tomb to reveal she wore NOTHING under it, small yet perfectly formed puffy. He gave out a breathy groan and I pressed home manfully. I pulled back to lock his anal ring behind the head, my tumescent helmet was relaying erotic information to my brain in breathtaking waves. Its nerve endings were tickled beyond tolerance by the hot clutch of Joshua’s anal muscles. Slowly, carefully, I shoved my way into him. When I had found a rhythm to grind his white ass just right I spoke in his ear. “Nice tight pussy Josh.”“Don’t make me laugh.” he said “I fucking love it.”“Me too.”.