He was rock hard and beet red, but made no move to cover up or end the session. Back to his sack, double-checking the balls, they were up tight agains... his shaft, the blond peach fuzz made it seemed almost hairless. He started to breath hard, she was pretty sure she was too. Feeling the shaft again, it seemed fine, just unbending. She couldn't resist a few touches of the head, around the rim, and the hole. She felt a bit of lubricant, and spread that around with her fingertip. She asked if he. Many times I would praythat when I woke up, I would be a girl and all that I had gone thru wasjust a very bad dream. But it never happened.I wanted to be a girl so badly that I would hide magazines for teen agedgirls in my backpack to read after I was supposed to be in bed andasleep. Amy would let me borrow hers and then we would spend time talkingabout the latest boy band, fashion, makeup, and later on, dating.When I was about 13 and spending the night with Amy (once again both ourparents were. I don’t remember doing anything to her.”“Really? Cool. I hoped you would say that.”“Why? What difference does it make?”“The girls Mr. Underwood messed with? They weren’t interested in anyone except him at first, and then that only changed because he included me in whatever he did to them. Did you catch the part where Jenna and I had sex?”“Yes, and I’m catching it again, too,” I said as he played out the scene again in his mind.“I would really like to do it again with her,” he said with a. I felt him move down, his hands grip my butt cheeks ashe prepared to get me a bit moist. He licked and played for a bit, histongue working his little brothers love-hole for a bit- "Clarke," I said to him desperately, "I need it now!"He stopped immediately and left the bed, walking over to our dresser andgrabbing something for lube. I felt his finger enter me and rub somearound, I needed him, didn't he understand? "I don't want to hurt you Greg," he said, his hand on my chest,"It's been a while.