Her cunt had taken some major attention and the lips were so swollen that all that remained was a thin angry red colored line that once was her pussy ...outh. My assistant, the blonde nympho, Carol from Spec Ed, had just finished knotting thin laces around Katrina's welted tits. As I watched those small bags of tit flesh grow larger and change color from pale white to angry red, Carol was preparing the first of what would be a series of special enemas for the pimply faced girl to take and hold. My room was next to theirs and I could hear it all. I was the oldest of four k**s. I had two sisters and a brother younger than me. We were all home schooled and seldom left our farm. My mom was a sexy looking woman and dad was very handsome. I could see why they fucked all the time. I walked in the kitchen one time when dad had his hand under moms dress and was fingering her pussy as she stood in front of the sink. When I walked in he did not remove his hand just quit fingering her and waited. Baseball however was by far Lynn’s favorite sport. As a pitcher Lynn could strikeout almost any batter, and as an outfielder could catch nearly any ball that headed towards the position Lynn played in. Yeah, Lynn was that good. Lynn had one little difference from the other guys on the teams however.Lynn’s full and proper name was Lynda Anneita Smith. Yes, Lynn was a girl. More than that she was a tomboy. She could and did play just as rough as any boy. Maybe it was because the only other kids. .naar mijn oude leven.Dat ik deze confrontatie met mezelf kon verdringen,..verstoppen onder nieuwe leugens?Het was zijn rechterhand die me dit laatste sprankeltje hoop ontnam.Eerst voelde ik hem de palm van zijn hand tussen mijn benen duwen..ijskoud?Ruw dwong hij me mijn benen verder open te zetten?De hand gleed vervolgens omhoog, langst mijn dijen tot juist onder mijn balzak?ik verstijfde, en begon weer ongewild hoog te kreunen?Hij duwde met de palm van zijn hand tegen mijn ballen en zijn duim.