While this was partly true, Anya truly didn’t understand why they called her ugly. While nothing truly special looked back at her in the mirror, she...felt she had potential if people could only ignore the glasses and freckles. Wiping the tears from her eyes she reached for her back pocket and pulled out the photo she always kept there, James Vincent her ex best friend and current tormenter. With deep green eyes, ebony hair and more muscles than any man, popular or otherwise should have. He is. Oh hell, I don’t know.” Then hoping he could get Shelly’s mind off what an idiot he was, and still wanting to know more, he asks. “You said, she caught you with it?”A smirk appeared on Shelly’s face, “Yeah, caught me right in the act too.”Now it was Tommy’s turn to grin, and he asked curiously. “What she’d do? ... What happened?”“She surprised the heck out of me, but she didn’t get mad or anything. She even said I could borrow it whenever I wanted to ... unless she was using it of course.” All. She'd been torn between her ideals and her strong sense that she needed to stay home to raise us. Her compromise was to teach her daughters her ideals and urge us to live the life she'd been too afraid to.That had worked for Vickie. She was in Washington as a lobbyist these days, deliriously happy with her 80 hour work weeks and her tiny Dupont Circle apartment. I'd rebelled. I found boys just too much fun to not hang around with, and when I did, they seemed just as lost and confused as the. I came like a b**st. I surprised myself with the manly roar I let loose. A crane and a few smaller birds took flight in fear. I kept pounding as I felt deposit after deposit of my cum spurted deep inside him. I collapsed in a heap on top of him with one final wet smack as my skin met his. I lay there inside him sucking on his hair for a minuet or two until he squirmed to get up. On my knees, I smacked a mosquito off his butt. He turned around and stood in front of me. I noticed that he had come.