Kind of off-blond hair, impossible to comb into anything that would stay put for more than a minute or two. I remember the blond hair on his arms was ...hick like fur, but almost invisible.When Weinstein made his declaration that resulted in my nickname and reputation, I was a rather unremarkable junior high kid. I'd turned 12 over the summer and hadn't started my growth spurt yet. Yeah, yeah, my schlong was massive, but other than that I was a typical seventh grader. I doubt I was 85 pounds. She squeezed a breast with one hand, idly playing with one of the studs as he looked down at her, admiring the view, he still, she noticed, didn’t have his phone up, whether he was just too lost to new pleasures or was stalling for time she didn’t know and didn’t much care.She looked up at him, their eyes meeting as, with her breasts out, one hand resting on his thigh and the other cupping his heavy balls, cradling them, she prepared to finish him off.She closed her eyes and did her best to. His warmth contrasted with the coolness of her delicate scales, he could feel them brushing against his skin, smooth and inviting. Her low body temperature was far from unpleasant, it was as refreshing as a cold drink on a summer’s day. As she parted her lips, he noted that even her breath was cooler than his own, her forked tongue darting forth to taste him. He felt it flick across the flat of his tongue, tickling him, the unexpected taste and sensation sending a wonderful shiver rolling over. Six hands were all over her chubby body, fondling grabbing pinching pulling yanking everything. Doris knows already at her young age, males being rough with her sexcites her so much, she doesn’t know why but it does. One man was sticking his tongue down her throat as he fingered her ass, another was sucking/biting one nipple as he manhandled the other tit, the third man already had 3 of his rough, large fingers in her pussy and it was making sloppy sounds. Doris didn’t know who to service.