He must have weighed in at 250, most of it muscle. Kind of off-blond hair, impossible to comb into anything that would stay put for more than a minute...or two. I remember the blond hair on his arms was thick like fur, but almost invisible.When Weinstein made his declaration that resulted in my nickname and reputation, I was a rather unremarkable junior high kid. I'd turned 12 over the summer and hadn't started my growth spurt yet. Yeah, yeah, my schlong was massive, but other than that I was a. To me she had the most perfect body I had ever seen. She was not big, but had sexy curves. Her breasts were a 36C, and the whiteness of her breast, in contrast with her tanned body, was sexy to me. What she had between her legs was something new. Instead of her vagina being bare and shaven like mine, she had one strip of dark hair that started just below her panty line and went to the top of her vagina slit. There were three other girls spending the night as well. Two of the girls were twins,. Adding plumbing was something he dreaded, as it would change the old house forever.As it was, he felt guilty with what had been done already. Electricity and gas had been run to the house, as had been venting for the central heat. Well it had to be done, but he still felt guilty about changing the house and all that family history.As he watched, the door to the old house opened and his grandkids, Tracy and Mark, ran out slipping and sliding in the snow, laughing. John smiled at that. Kids could. Had she given herself a hand-job with her panties on, or had she just creamed without touching her pussy? He liked to think she'd been finger-fucking herself, her fingers slipped inside those soaking panties.He wondered what had made the girl horny.He hoped she had been thinking about him while she played with her creamy cunt and got her rocks off. He didn't suppose so, but it was a fucking good thought. He lapped hungrily at the residue of her lust, wishing heartily that he was lapping the.