"Just dump the bag out onto your bed, dear. I can't wait to see you newholiday panties. Don't you just love the holiday season?" I had hoped Mother wo...ldn't have asked me to just dump the bag out. Itheld much more than a few girls' panties in the bag. I know Mothernoticed because her eyes seemed to widen, like she just couldn't wait towatch my embarrassment grow as I emptied the bag onto my bed."Oh, my, James. That book bag looks like it has a whole lot more thanjust five pairs of a woman's. Her heart-stopping, incandescently blue eyes scoured over it, and she still wore a mask over her face of disbelief. "It's so long," she began. After a moment of more investigation she continued "And so thick." She raised her arm towards it, and placed the elbow based into my thigh, adjacent the object of her complete and undivided attention. It took me a moment, but I realized she was comparing the size of her forearm to the mass of my rod."Oh my God," she gasped, and I cringed at the mention. From that weekend onwards, in fact, all I did, pretty much every weekend for about a year, was go to my local city centre and walk where the hookers were.Of course, I was 15, and even in the high heels that my mum LOVED but my dad tutted at, I wasn’t passing for a whore. Even when I bought ankle boots and a short skirt that made my legs look amazing, and even when I wore more makeup than I’d ever worn in my life (which wasn’t much, let’s be honest).Even when I dressed in all that, and had. "Thanks." I said."No probs, brat," said Matty, smiling. He got up, grabbed the whole milk carton and left. How can any human drink that much milk in a day?That night, I was lying in bed. My heart was hammering and my vagina lubricated again. But this time it was different. I was enjoying the feeling. It was lust and adrenalin rather than fear and panic. I didn't know what I was going to do, but I was going to do something.I waited in bed until 2am. I didn't sleep. Not a wink. Finally, I got up..