“Your hands feel really good, Mr. B.,” the teenager sighed.“I’m glad you think so, Mandi,” he replied. “Because your body feels so perfect...”The girl sighed at the compliment and smiled demurely. Steve squeezed more of the slippery liquid onto his palm and began massaging the foaming suds over the girl’s torso and hips. He knelt down and thoroughly lathered all the way up and down each of her beautifully curved legs. His cock was throbbing wildly as he ran his hands over her thighs again and. He had no parents and lived withhis extremely frugal grandparents, two tightwads who claimed that theycouldn't afford to buy a lot of the things that he needed such asunderwear and socks or even a TV.He was small for his age, and had long hair that would often causepeople to mistake him for a girl if they didn't know his gender already.He hated being mistaken but after getting people angry at him for theirassumptions about him being false he stopped bothering to correctpeople.He was left all. How can you say it's impossible?" Because you're a pig."The statement hung in the air for a minute. Kit was wearing a thin smile, and watching Shannon for her reaction."I don't think she knows what you mean," interjected Kat, who was allowing her blonde friend to take the lead today."You're right, Kat. I should spell it out for her. I don't mean you're a pig, like, as in 'see how many guys she just screwed! That girl is a total fucking pig'. It's true that you're a fucking pig in exactly that. You don't flaunt it. I've even held out hope that you're still a virgin. Are you, honey?" She sounded so hopeful that it distracted me from the fact that my mother just asked me if I'd ever had sex."Well ... sort of," I said, trying to keep her hope alive."You can't be sort of a virgin," she said, "just like you can't be sort of pregnant." What I mean is that I fooled around with a lot of boys, but I never let any of them actually put it in me. Not there, anyway." I closed my eyes. I'd just.