He would quickly rush to my defense, telling all who dared to judge his son that I was just being a normal boy rather than the type of little sissy wh...se feelings I might have hurt.Kenny Post was one of those sissies; his dad owned a big company and they had more money than anyone I ever knew. He didn't go to my school; he and his dad lived on the other side of town where I happened to run into him one day. He was always wearing the best clothes, kept his books in a backpack that looked like he. He reaches around me and presses on the bullet again, making me moan. “I want to make you cum,” he whispers. I hear him moving away again, and the sound of rummaging in a box makes me smile…I know he’s gotten into my box of toys, and I wonder what he’ll bring out for me. I hear the pop of a cap being flipped, which I guess is the lube, and I feel myself getting wetter in anticipation. Then I’m being gently pushed forward until my cheek touches a pillow. He has piled up several of them,. ”“With scores like those, you could go anywhere - Harvard, Yale, Stanford, UCLA, Cornell.”I nodded, “That’s true, but I prefer being close to home.”“You could practice there after going to one of the top schools.”“I could, but I prefer to stay in the area. My second and third choices are University of Cincinnati and Ohio State. My backups are Indiana and Pittsburgh.”He shook his head, “It just seems a waste of very, very good scores.”I wasn’t sure what else to say to him, so I just stayed. Sometimes topless in that teeny tiny thong bikini she has, other times in as little underwear and lingerie as she can manage. Angie walks around topless because she knows how much her beautiful breasts and rock hard little nipples drives me crazy.ME? I’m naked all the time with my cock in a cage fully exposed. The ladies sit around the house with their legs spread wide, often naked with me sitting between their legs on the floor just staring at two f the most delicious looking pussies in the.