He growled, suddenly spinning me around and bending me over, my arms against the wall. His hands went to work on my pants and began unfastening them a...d pulling them off. I was not idle and pulled off my shirt. Come on Rick… I know how bad you want to shove it in me… come on fuck me… fuck my tight little cunt with that big dick of yours you fucking bastard. I moaned out in a begging tone. When my pants dropped he had pulled my thong down with them. My tight little ass and wet shaven pussy. And Charlene? Well, she’s my sister.I know, I know, the song doesn’t say that. And that’s about the only good thing that came from the whole incident. Well, not the only good thing. But you’ll understand that later. Anyhow, Uncle Charley didn’t tell Mr. Diffie that it was a practical joke that Randy Horton did because he didn’t like me much and thought it would be hilarious to make it look like I had the hots for my own sister. I mean you can’t very well write a song about something like that,. Tyler said to come by today and see if you wanted to subscribe to the paper. Hi Jimmy. Mike had to go to work but said for me to find out about your paper and decide. Come on in. I was just having some cool wine to drink. Can I get you a coke or something? Jimmy was a medium size boy, a little taller than me and was wearing baggy shorts and a T-shirt. Even though older than most paper boys, he looked shy as he came in and shook my hand while keeping his head down. He looked so young!. I stacked them neatly, glancing at a few, admiring some of the girls, and wondering at some of the positions they managed to get into. I noticed some of the mags actually had pictures of men, naked and with cocks showing clearly, apparently fucking some of the girls, something I never saw in magazines in my younger days. I started to feel rather horny, and put the magazines quickly into the wardrobe, on a pile of other magazines already in there.As I cleaned the room, I saw they had a new.