Matthew was 15 and was a year away from taking his final exams. He was doing well but not well enough to make himself noticed, he would certainly do e...ough to pass his exams. He was quiet, a little shy and kept pretty much to himself. He had some friends but too few to be called popular. He didn't really show much interest in the girls at school and his classmates, in private, had the impression he was either gay or a virgin. He really didn't mind what they thought.Matthew in the last couple of. I made people believe whatever story I chose to tell them. The only thing I had to work hard at was remembering which story I was using at the time. If you lie enough times, you start to lose track of which one you are telling.I had a handicap, as well. Women remembered me. They remembered me much better than men did. As much as I would like to be forgettable, or even invisible, they remembered me. A friend of mine at CSIS said it was because I looked something like Valery Putin, while another. I have to say sitting there on the couch I was more than slightly aware of the heavy musk my excited pussy was emitting, I was worried that Dan would smell it too and realize that I was actually excited by the though of the acts I was about to perform. In fact he did comment on my aroma, but in his single minded vision he actually thought I had frigged my own pussy to get it ready for Buster with no thought of the sexual act at all, and Buster, bless him he trotted over to me nudged at my. Mac also slipped himself out of me, and without giving me the chance to move, Marcus grabbed my hips, roughly spinning me around so my ass was facing him and my mouth was at Mac’s cock in front of me. “OH, FUCK ME!” I screamed, as my pussy was split open by Marcus’ huge manhood. My cunt was stretched as far as it could go as Marcus pushed deeper and deeper inside me. “Damn, you’re fucking tight,” he grunted.“Fuck me with that huge cock, baby, please!” I moaned looking back at him. And to think.