But back to my 13 year old encounter with that so cute nymphet or should I have alluded the "Spider Trapping The Fly" (definitely pun intended here). ...lthough at that time, she had long undone my fly.So, it was a great experience for her and me. There is nothing like being with a recently deflowered post-pubescent young thing. Tight, moist, anxious to try the world of sex.I'd like to say that I had many encounters with that young woman but, all things must pass and she found a guy that was a. I am going to bed a man and I will awake a dog.---Part 1: The Cousin---I awoke in a cold sweat. That is, if dogs could sweat.“Oh my god!” I gasped. My inability to sweat proved the transformation was complete. I was now a dog. Gone were the days of showing off my muscular body. Behind me were the times when I would stand before the mirror and take in the perfection of my thick, lustrous hair. And never again would I play tennis, basketball or hockey. However, being a dog had its upsides. I. . We had to start thinking about colleges, about our futures, about all these things kids don't care about. I was a year ahead of almost all of my friends and classes were hard, I didn't have anyone I could ask for help. Our parents didn't seem to realize how damaging all this pressure was, but they pushed us, and pushed us, and pushed us. Inevitably, somebody was going to snap."A few days into sophomore year, Michael was sent to the office. He was in Mr. Cavanaugh's English class and,. Breaking the kiss, Mom added, "I should also mention that your cum is still leaking out of my ass." I shrugged, thinking of pounding her ass in the airplane bathroom a couple of hours ago, "Well if you wore panties." "Fucker," she said, playfully. "Mother-fucker," I corrected. "Yes," she smiled, "you are one dirty Mother-fucker." "Fuck Mom, you have me hard again," I pointed out, literally pointing out. She squeezed me quickly and said, "Maybe we should return to the madness." "Can you.