I’d watched Melissa unhook her bra countless times but this time — and I can’t explain why — I became acutely aware of her breasts and couldn�...�t take my eyes of them. They weren’t huge — I knew she was a 32B bra size — but I guess they looked larger on her slender body. Anyway, they stood firm and proud… and I suddenly had an incredible urge to fondle them and touch her perfect, puffy nipples. It was a feeling I’d never experienced before.Melissa went into the bathroom to shower and I quickly. But in those days it was considered beating some sense into you.Being gay wasn’t accepted back then as it is somewhat today. Mom told me I had shamed her and my father for what I had done. She sure in hell hoped no one in our small town found out about this.My ass was so sore I could barely sit down. My father had gone too far or perhaps I was just a sissy boy who couldn’t take a beating. Either way, my mother noticed but I didn't think she cared. That was not the worst. The worst was I was. I picked her up sit he on the sink pulled her dress up and kissed her pussy as she was about to explode I bit her pussy lipps gently pulled them with my lips she scremed don't stop don't stop she jerked back and exploded in my mouth pushing my face deep into her virgin pussy...Telling me she loved me I kissed her she took my dick out and pushed into the hole I tore in her hose ..Her pussy was so tight I couldn't push it in she scremed it's to big so I let her slowly ease down I could feel her. It was very embarrassing for me to talk about it but she was very inquisitive. One night when we were having a conversation, she brought the subject up again and asked how long it had been since I'd seen my boyfriend. I told her the truth about Alan, and that we were no longer together, but didn't give out any more details, nor did I tell her about my relationship with Emma. "Oh so it's been a few weeks for you then?" she said, I just nodded my head. Now getting closer to me and lowering her.