“Brother dearest, if you want I will teach you all about girls. I am here for you.”Her hand slid into my boxers and wrapped around my cock. She sm...led at me as she slowly started to jerk me off. As she stroked my cock, she encouraged me to squeeze her tits. They were soft and round. Her nipples jutted out and were a great bumpy contrast to the rest of her smooth breast.“Kiss me, Mark.”I leant forward and our lips met. She was definitely the one in charge. She kissed me softly, using her tongue. In return, Mr. Hinkle would not onlypass Kyle, but gethim the scholarship he needed. What choice did Kyle have?Kyle hated faggots. He had never had anything to do withthem. He was one hundred percent straight boy! He didn't even like it when afaggot studentlooked at him in the locker room. He wanted to fuckingpunch the kid intooblivion. The idea that this queer boy got on on looking atKyle's fine fatteenage fuckmeat, made the jock want to vomit. His fuckmeat was for twat. For pussy. For cunt!. After that they helped me as we all stumbled out, still a little weak kneed.Figuring they deserved at least part of what the other women got, I proceeded to pat them dry with the towel like I had done a few days earlier. I couldn't spend long at it, but it gave me a nice chance to examine them up close and personal as I familiarized myself with their natural scents and looks.Rebecca was cleanly and recently shaven, something I thought odd for a busy nurse. Brooke still bore a full bush but it. The shop was an unassuming little affair with random curios and items in the windows. The area immediately behind the windows was hidden by a curtain. John thought about why he wanted to enter the little store, but couldn't really justify it. He entered anyway. The doorbell jingled as the door shut behind him. Looking toward the cash register near the front of the store, John gave a weak half wave as he walked toward the back of the store along one of the aisles. Nothing caught his attention at.