Schaffer." I basically begged this time."Planning on it Lexs." I could tell he was smiling even though I couldn't see his face.He shoved himself into ...e without warning. He was ramming it into me harder and harder with each thrust. "Hard enough for you?" he asked.I almost couldn't get any words out. I was in pure ecstasy."Oh Paxton," I moaned. "harder!"Mr. Paxton Schaffer didn't say a word to me, he just shoved his manhood farther into me. I couldn't believe that I was actually being fucked by. I looked through my wardrobe, finding nothing but large blouses. There was nothing that would be tight fitting. Then I went through my dresser. I had a few old t-shirts from a few years back. They were too small, as my breasts had grown in the last 2 years, surely that wouldn’t work. I took a red t-shirt out of the drawer and tried it on. It was much smaller than the rest of my clothes, and surely would not be what I would wear in public, as it made my breasts look larger than they were. Dad. And I startedwearing my pants way lower on my body so that the baggy top would betterconceal me. And I started wearing larger shirts and leaving them outsideof my pants. So with all of this, I certainly didn't present the image ofthe well-dressed teenager, but at least I could conceal myself fromprying eyes. The first couple of days of school I did get a few staresfrom some of the other kids but after that they pretty much ignored myunusual attire.Because of the size of my "equipment", I found. My dad was a worker of a mill some 10 kilometer from our residence. My mom is also a worker of a factory near to our residence. My dad work hard to meet the expenses but he could not cope with. So my mom took the job.Yet they took loan and made a building. It has just two rooms with a long tin shade baranda. There is only one toilet in the house but no bathroom, so we have to bath in open space. These are surrounded with brick fencing. The bath space is opposite my room and toilet in front of.