I was trembling all overlike a paint-shaker, my mind reeling with confused emotions, my bloodstreamboiling with teenaged hormones. Mrs. Tilden reached...forward and grabbed my hand. She ran her fingerssoftly over it, pulling it towards her. “Here.” She whispered. “Let me helpyou.” She placed the back of my hand directly on the center of her. I feltkinky, curly hair against my knuckles. I felt warm wetness and smooth,slippery lips. She pulled my hand firmly against her, squishing my. Eighteen months prior to the events I recount here today, my dad died, leaving the three of us to help each other through the loss.I’d had good results in exams at school and considered myself a conscientious student and enjoyed playing sport, being a part of several school teams and part of the local Swimming Club team.Rob developed a condition called, Charcot Marie-Tooth, which wasn’t life threatening but meant limited use of his hands and restricted how far he could walk and how much balance. Soon, the head snubbed neatly into his recto-sigmoid junction. He had the cock of his dreams up his ass.“Fuck me,” he moaned, sleeping soundly. Elmer did. Slowly, taking a full minute to extract all but the slenderest arc of head, and then push fully back into Henry’s depths, leaving 3” of shaft protruding from his almost invisibly stretched asshole. Elmer’s gigantic balls, now bigger than those of any human on the planet, and continuing to grow, rested on his soft bottom.Henry moaned,. “Do me like you did that majorette!" she begged. Right about now, I wished I had a baton, or even a glockenspiel mallet, but all I had handy were a pair of fat 2S nylon-tips, so I reached under my bed and pulled them out of my back-pack. I licked the nylon head of one of the over-sized drumsticks and rolled it around and around the soft folds of her sex until I got the feel of where her clitty was, then wiggled it around her nub until she was twitching and trembling. I could smell her wet sex.