I felt it must have grown to half-inch more. I could clearly see my large bluish veins protruding out from my shaft.It was standing with pride and glo...y. I saw the excitement and the lust in her eyes when she saw my lovely cock. I took her hand and put her slightly shaking hand on my hard-on. She began to squirm slightly. Her face showed excitement and some straining, trying to resist the temptation to go forward and do more.I didn’t push it but waited. I kissed her again with a lot of passion,. I was f******n and at an awkward age, having just started taking my periods, and having noticed then heard remarks, of my 'Camel Toe', regardless of what I wore, my vaginal outline was most prominent, especially on the week before I approached my menstruation cycle, and my labia swelled, advertising my readiness, at such a young age.'You must go and see Doctor', mother remarked, her ignorance in such matters was as enlightened as her trust in the old man she referred to as Doctor, a man who had. And then came hands. Many of them, all at once. Prodding, squeezing, mauling. Her tits were roughly handled, her nipples subjected to renewed abuse. Fingers forced themselves into her mouth, probing into her throat and rekindling the ache in her jaw. More entered her tender pussy, pushing and twisting, punctuating their assault with cruel pinches and tugs at her clitoris. Against any one of these manipulations she might have maintained some form of equanimity; in her weakened state and against. I've lived in apartments in the past,, up to the time I built this house, but I've never looked forward to living in an apartment. This one, though, is different.First, I'm following this astounding brown-haired girl there. Nikki. Love of my life. Quirky, funny, smart, caring, kind ... I run out of words, and if I say some of them out loud, I get this somewhat athletic, delectable body plastered against me, her teeth and tongue teasing at my ear, knowing that I can't control what happens after.