It’s interesting to see what comes to mind when you’re told to write something that explains why you are who you are. I’ve thought of telling y...u the story of how I learned to ride a bike, secondhand since I hardly remember since I was so young, I thought of telling you about losing a tooth in a bowl of mac n’ cheese once at the babysitter’s house, I thought of telling you how I got inspiration to write my first story. I thought about telling you about my first real fist-fight in school, about. He was skinnier and slimmer, andhad some really nice abs. Not to mention he has one of those baby boy band faces girls go crazy for.I guess she got fed up and went to check up on my bro, then my curiousity peeked and I formulated a strategy. I would hide out in a closet inmy cousins room and leave it open a crack for me to see. When they come back they will undoubtably start fooling around. I will watch and get answers to all my questions.They both walked in and saw I wasn't there."I guess he. It looked almost tasty. Sara found herself starting to feel the member, stroking it gently with her small hands. The lust grew inside her, and the drop of pre-cum on the tip was glistening the way Sara found almost impossible to resist it.Then she did it. She took the tip of the strange man's cock between her lips. It felt strange and wrong. But it also made her feel something she didn't anticipate. She felt lust, lust which could only be satisfied by this thick, long penis. Sara sucked and. "That's not what is bothering you Lamar. You are bothered because you didn't hit a home run last night. Like it or not, and sometimes I don't either, I have worked with giants among men over this last year and a half. Not every man, in every incident was a super hero, some like you were just good solid men. Good men who were doing the best they could in a difficult situation. There is no shame in not being a giant. The shame would have been, if I had allowed something to turn nasty and got you.