Even at fifteen Paige knew the reason my nose was buried in the crotch of her panties.The bathroom door was open. A surprising discovery, there’s a ...ifferent pair of Paige’s soiled panties; they were laid out on the counter. Close examination revealed they were still damp at the crotch with some crusty areas as well. They smelled of Paige’s musty pussy juice. After enjoying them as often as I had, her distinctive refreshing smell was easy to identify. They had to be the ones she wore to bed. ....Now suck me again!!....I did he grabbed me head as he thrust into my mouth over and over I was gagging as he trustedover and over and over he kept repeating that's it you faggot suddenly my mouth filled with his spunk, there was loads of it, he pushed his cock into my mouth andheld my head I swallowed I had no choice, he pulled out of my mouth, stand up he said as I did he grabbed my cock and was rubbing my cock, Come on CuddlesI wanna see you Spunk you fucking faggot,seconds later I. He wore nice clothes like Levi's and polo shirts instead of bib overalls, loafers instead of hightop shoes. His hair was trimmed.But that was just on the outside. What his classmates and teachers saw emanating from within was unmistakable if difficult to pin down or articulate. There was a new confidence within him that they'd never seen before; tentative, perhaps, but it was there. He seemed to walk a little taller. His eyes weren't permanently fixed on the floor in front of him. When he. . but if you don't want to," she stammered, "I mean I could put you in overalls. It's just that" Hey its okay, I'll do it." She knew I wanted to show it and I knew she wanted me naked. I quickly shucked my shirt and shorts and then let her lead me to the open double doors where she posed me in a shaft of sunlight that was flooding in through them."I should pose you with a pitchfork of hay in hand," she said smiling, clearly happy I was there."Yeah right, naked farmer in the hayloft, real.