He agreed. He didn’t run off. He’s still there. If I go back he’ll kill me.’ Fletcher had been confused, unbelieving, now he was stone cold s...ber, ‘You ran away to escape a slimy wife beating bastard, a monster. A man, that’s an oxymoron, and man who would beat his wife and let his infant children cry.’ He walked over and covered her up with her sweater, ‘No wonder you don’t especially want to have anything to do with men. Look what one man did to you.’ He wanted to do something good,. I wrote them down here as a means of refreshing my memory, of reminding myself of my true sexual awakening and my first real experiences with sex.Rereading these entries already made by me - I find there are occurrences which weren't really given their proper mentioned or completions in those pages, so I will lightly touch on those here:After my session with Pat and Alivia, I did my best to avoid sexual contact with Pat, for a number of reasons. She scared me, she really did. Though at most. There at least he would not be charged with molestation or statutory rape. He grinned as remembered the new white family that had accompanied their father to work for his uncle in the Paper Mill.He looked up as he caught sight of long wavy blond hair approaching and looked up to see a confident young woman looking directly at him. He grinned as she strolled by, her eyes openly looking him over. Such brazenness! He cursed the reality of only 15 minutes to go to check in.He turned and snapped the. His cock from around 7" long with a slight upward curved and tons of bulging veins. I took in his beautiful cock and wrapped my hands around it and began to pump it. I then placed his engorged tip into my mouth and suck it hard while swirling my tongue up and down his slit. He moaned in approval and told me "you keeping doing that and I may just have to fuck you." I replied that I wasn't done with his cock yet and then spit on his cock. I then began to make my way down his cock inch by inch..