”Oh! That stopped me in my tracks, “I wasn’t? Who was? I didn’t think it was my step-father and his friend.”“Well, they had sex with me af...er you did, but they weren’t the very first. Why do you think it was so easy for you to get into my pussy?”I responded, “I thought it was because you used tampons or had a dildo.”She grinned, “I let you think that, but it actually was Mr. Miller who I babysat for. You remember him, don’t you?”I nodded, grim faced.“He worked some crazy hours, like three 12. She also had some interesting theories and observations about life she would come up with and which made me think. One of her observations where that there were twelve basic types of face which transcended ethnicity - and I think she could have been right. Though I never conducted a scientific study I came across examples which fitted her theory in everyday life: a black girl who resembled a white girl I knew; a white guy who looked like Tiger Woods and a friend of mine, who was white, who kind. " he said turning to walk away."Please, please, please, Carl? It's Sammy's birthday."Carl looked at me and said, "Five bucks ain't enough for the effort." It's all I got left over after the beer. Please, Carl. I'll do anything you want." Anything?" Anything." If you give us both a blowjob, I'll do it." he and Tim laughed.I was thinking maybe he'd want me to wash his car, or mow his lawn. Surely he couldn't be serious. I laughed and said, "Get real, Carl. Come on, help me out." I already told. No, against my face... in my mouth... fuck I'm getting turned on just thinking about it! Eliza notices my growing bulge in my pants and smiles again. "I think I know how we can solve this", she says slyly, standing up and walking over to me. She looks down at me as and smiles again. "Come on", she says, "stand up". I stand up slowly, feeling my bulge grow even bigger, as Eliza stares into my eyes eagerly. She reaches down, grabs my hand, and leads me to her large desk.She lies on her back on.