I shivered and shook as the intensity built. I finally knew how my mother felt when I did this to her body.God, what a turn-on! My prick shot to atten...ion, immediately. It had softened as I had run up the stairs into the bedroom, and now it was a steel spike trying to bust through my boxers and shorts. There was not room for my penis to be comfortable so it was bent at an odd angle and was getting painful, I tried to speak."Mom my dick is..." I said 'FREEZE'! That means your mouth, too. I know. They were looking through the photo-album from Friday night's Pizza Party. Kevin had put it together and Dave had swiped it out of the Clubhouse. Our girlfriends had a lot of photo-albums, as I'd soon discovered, and this was only the newest one. It had a lot of typical drunk, teenage party photos of kids making stupid faces, but it also had a lot of pictures you wouldn't expect to see. Like seven boys giving blowjobs to an assortment of pizza delivery guys.I'd given eight blowjobs Friday. The local girls always treated us military guys like shit, like we had the plague or something. We were always horny as hell, so we made up a little game, just to get us by until we got out. We took turns pretending to be the girl, and we fucked each other in the ass. The more we did it, the more I liked it. I liked being the girl more than he did, so after a few times, I was the girl every time we did it. I even started dressing up a little bit." What did you do with him?" Well... we would get. (If you think you are confused, imagine how Janelle felt, being dead, then sleeping, then part of a dream; and knowing all the time it is someone else's dream.)Cutie sat up in her bed, and leaned against the headboard. Like most everything else in her room, it was pink. Even her baby-doll pajamas were pink, and Janelle could see the pink aureolae on the tips of Cutie's smallish breasts through the fabric. Cutie had liked pink, when she was six, and her Mom had decorated her room with that color.