" She was looking up at me, her hand holding my hand to her breast, but I could see she was serious."You mean you and your sisters talk about me in fr...nt of your mother?" I asked wondering what other conversations I was mentioned in."Mom talks about you all the time. She makes Gay mad when she tells her that she should be tolerant and understanding and accept you the way you are. She keeps reminding Gay she is not perfect either and that really makes my sister mad." She was speaking very frank. Kathy said, ‘I just love watching him swallow cum. It makes me so hot. That’s what started all of this.’ I thought to myself. What the fuck has happened to Kathy and me? I longed for the old days when I got to fuck her pussy and if I was good, she’d suck me, but it could never be that way again. We had lost our innocence. Kathy couldn’t feel my little cock in her cunt any more. She needed and wanted big, thick cocks and I couldn’t compete with them. Besides, now I couldn’t get hard . Luckily we lived near a local High School and I found out that they heldtheir football games on Fridays as well. Good enough for me. I started attending all their games. I was there by myself, but didn'tmind it as it allowed me to drift into my imagination. I even hung out after the games with the team. They must have thought Iwas cool, because they didn't question me about not going to theirschool. The quarterback's name was Joey. He and I seemed to hit it off.Even though he was only 18 we. Her ass was decent her boobs just there. But she always had a style that appealed. We were never anything more than friends before and even today had it not been for all the alcohol I would never have had. I didn’t waste this chance and felt up her boobs over her top. Those small perky mounds were still heavenly. It took me a.minute to undo her skirt which was tight enough that it came off as soon as I opened a button. I pulled down her thong and she was there ready for a fuck. I inserted a.