He stopped other boys from picking on me because of my glasses, and I stopped other girls from picking on him because he was poor. As we grew older, m... breasts grew bigger, and he grew taller. I got contacts, he got abs. I discovered hair mousse, he discovered hair gel. We were both attractive, and everyone told us we should date. We simply laughed. I honestly never saw him as anything more than a friend for a really long time. I loved him like a brother. Just somewhere along the line, it. He bends over against my back as he is thrusting in and out of my mouth. He reaches in his bag of goodies and pulls out a double sided paddle. One side is a soft felt like material, the other is wooden. He then starts spanking me with the soft side as he is still fucking my mouth. ‘Ooohh yes, that’s it Roger, I have been a bad girl’ I say. ‘Shut up and suck my cock!’ he replies, and then he flips the paddle over and starts smacking my ass with the wooden side. I can feel the sting with each. The tight bra pushed my man boobs together and high so it looked like I had lovely B cups. I was surprised that my nipples did not chew their way out of the cups. The wig was next! Once on, she combed it out which sent my asshole into spasms. When she did my face, I was trembling. The lipstick! The red lipstick did not stay in place long. She pushed me on my back and pinned my body down. She ****d my mouth with her talented tongue. Her pelvis was grinding into my nylon entombed cock, forcing my. She knows and loves every detail of my boney hardness...every bump, every ridge, every shape, contour and pulsing vein. Her tender fingers lovingly trace the surface of my raging tool.For a brief instant, Erin hand releases me. I look down as she quickly drags her hand up her belly and chest collecting in her palm a slick mixture of sweat and fragrant sun oil. My prick throbs and jerks violently up and down, as if searching for the hand it loves. The hand soon returns, dripping with warm.