He ran the edge of his right hand down the crease of her buttocks. It was hot between them and the flesh was a little wet and clinging from his sperm....His fingers began to explore the tight, puckered skin around the tiny elastic orifice. And then it exploded in her mind, the lewd, obscene thought that he was going to sodomize her, ram his thickening penis right up her virgin rectum. Oh God, Oh God, ran helplessly through her mind. She could not move. He drew aside the buttocks like two halves. Her hand moved up to his cock. Closing her fingers about his hard-on, she pumped slowly, feeling the delicious heat of his prick, the beautiful way it throbbed in her fist.“Beautiful,” she murmured. She cupped his balls again in her left hand, sliding her other hand downward. She closed her fist about his cock tightly. “Remember, Billy, not a word to anyone. I won’t fix this if you tell.”“I won’t tell, Doctor Nancy,” Billy said, squirming his naked ass on the table. “I promise.”Doctor Nancy. Hope you don't mind.He was really concerned. I still don't understand why the two of younever went and became a thing. He's a good lad.."I felt the heat that built up in my cheeks."Oh, some colour in your face," she laughs, and I decide it's best ifI'd join her laughter.I blushed for a reason. Because she was right. He was a good lad. Hewas always there for me. I've been the bad one all the time. Neverappreciated him. And even now in this altered reality, he's there forme. And thinking of him. And then about aweek ago I was looking for some baseball stuff in the garage when I saw abox on a shelf that was partially hidden by some old paint cans. Iwondered what it was, so decided to check it out. And, oh man, was I eversurprised. There were tons of magazines in that box that were new to me,that's for sure. There was 'Guys in Nylons', 'Pantyhose Pansies','Sissyboy Pleasures', and several others. They were HOT and I couldn'timagine why they were in the garage in a box.But then I noticed.