-- Frank's story:I was about seventeen at the time when I was homeless. My mom died of pneumonia. My dad tried to keep my two sisters and me together....It was hard back then, especially if you were from the south. Farming and moonshine were our major industries. After my mom died, Dad went to making shine. The revenuers were after Dad and they caught up with him. He was too proud a man to go to prison so he shot it out with them. He got shot and didn't see the next morning. My sisters and I. Lifted my blouse and grasped my bra. When I did, my hand brushed across my breast. As if in a dream or in none. This brought me back to the thoughts of you. That warm soft thought of feeling your hand touching me. A sense of longing and passion surged through my entire body. My breasts, so hungry to be touched. I stood alone eyes closed. I could feel the pleasant, breeze coming. As my thoughts became lost in you. My spirit became lost in you. My heart became lost in you. And my body became one. Meri shave chest ko dekh kar woh mere nipple par tut pada, jese usme se milk niklta ho. Woh chaba raha tha. Me dard k mare aahe bhar raha tha. Moan kar raha tha. Woh meri body se aese khel raha tha, jese woh koy aurat ke saath sex kar raha ho. Par usme josh aur hawas dekh kar me bahut khush hua.Mene bhi uski shirt or pant utar diya. Ab hum ek dusre ke saamne sirf jockey me the. Mujhe uska lund jockey me se najar aa raha tha. Jo 10 inch lumba tha. Uski motai dekh mere man me khayal aane lage ki. Closer to my crotch...she touched the underside of my balls...slid her finger up higher...but wait...not there....to my ass...ahhhhAHHH She shoved one of her unlubed fingers into my ass. "Does my little slut like having his ass invaded by my unlubed finger? Does it hurt? I bet it does. But I also bet that's why you like it!" Damn her. She knew me too well...it did hurt but I liked it. I wish I did not know what was coming next. She walked around me, keeping her fingers up my ass, twisting them.