Ophelia made it clear in one of her lovely ‘just being honest’ speeches just a few short weeks ago that she did indeed think I was ugly, so it was...clear just sexually wanting me made her either lie or change her mind on that really quickly. I wasn’t exactly a standout, though. I was closer to fat than skinny. I was probably smaller than average in the endowment department. I didn’t have a model’s face. But I didn’t need any of that. I didn’t even want any of that. What I wanted, I was making it. It was like nothing he'd ever known. And he wanted more.Michael went downstairs and joined his family for dinner. His mom, dad, and sister, had already started eating. They could all see the expression on his face; he looked at least a hundred times happier than usual. His parents knew what was up, but his sister wasn't home at the time, so she just figured he was being weird.Michael's sister, Sarah, is sixteen years old, and one of the cutest, and nicest girls you could ever know. She is. ..Nichola diamond! I had to approach and say something just to get close to those fuckable baloons she calls tits! I reached down and adjusted myself so my hardening throbbed was tucked into the waistband of my boxers Your Nicola Diamond I'd know that body anywhere" of course she tried to ply it off but now I was this close I was so sure I watched her lips take a drag on her cig lips I've imagined around my shaft."I'm sorry you must have me mistaken for someone else" "No definately you, see. In one of their early conversations, she came right out and asked, “Hey, Viv, have you ever kissed another girl before?”She didn’t like being called Viv, but she stifled any protests about it. The actual question didn’t shock her, but she found it a bit impertinent. “No, I never have.”“Have you ever thought about it at least?”She had, but it had been a purely theoretical proposition. She decided to admit to it. “Yes, I’ve wondered at times what it would be like.”“Well, would you like to try it.