The following night, I arrived at her house at seven, she was wearing only tight pyjama bottoms and a skin tight t shirt with no bra on underneath, he... tits were class, I mean class best I have ever sucked on, she pulled me inside, no words, no nothing and we started kissing passionately, i grabbed her lovely ass and started kissing her neck, I slipped my hands inside her pyjama bottoms and briskly pulled them down, I quickly pusked her against the wall, knelt down, lifted her left leg over my. Jones stares between my legs. "Um where you born like that or is itfrom Pam kicking you?" Well I was born like this Mrs. Jones and I only have one ball and it'snot functioning and I have no feeling between my legs not from my oneball or my lil penis."Mrs. Jones reaches out with a towel still staring at my non-function boyequipment. "I guess we don't have to worry about you being alone with mydaughters. Does look like your boy parts even work down there?" No I can't feel anything and I'll never. I closed my eyes as our lips met, slowly I felt his tongue going into my mouth, exploring every inch of it. The adrenalin flowed through my body. I could feel the passion in every kiss he gave me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, slowly holding him tightly and pulling him more into my face. He gently bit my lower lip and slowly sucking on it. His left hand moved slowly to my ass, squeezing it hard. No one had ever kissed me the way Demitri was kissing me then. I fought with myself. I didn’t. Being popular meant I rarely lacked for company, but that didn’t mean I never felt lonely. When I really wanted to destroy things ... well, there was the strength training. A good, exhausting session took the edge off, and if even that wasn’t enough, there were other options. Those I always did in private, though; I felt they showed too much about myself. When I got excited about domination and control, there was sex for that, and playing with my pets. I just had to be very sure to distinguish.