Ely stops kissing my mouth , he wants to fuck my ass and tells me to put my back to the ground and lift my legs,my sister must, with regret, stop su...king the big dick of Ely.Marisa has a mouth full of spit, not swallow, the spits out in my buttocks where the big black cock of my boy is ready to fuck my ass.My boyfriend lifted my legs up behind her and starts to push his cock into my asshole.My sister kneeling next to me stroking my face, kiss my lips, and whispers words of encouragement. The way theyshook their shoulders provocatively to make a point, their moundswaving in emphatic agreement, unanswerable. The way they now andthen produced naughty remarks or foul language unexpectedly,starting from way back inside themselves and then suddenly blurtingthe words, then giggling at their own daring, their unhallowedventure into male prerogative. Girls were wonderful! He justwasn't their type, that's all. Not for a boyfriend.Real girlfriends being unattainable, Carl secretly. My breath steamed-up the top sash of my window, so I drew a heart with my fingers, and hastily scrawled Marlee’s initials under mine, then quickly smudged them out so Helen wouldn’t see what I’d done. If only for that ephemeral moment, I had made my feelings known to the world. For the past three months they had existed only in my heart. The other two were digging through piles of shoes in the back of my closet for rubber boots that I’d already told them I had probably left out in the barn,. When they reached hercell, Sgt. Perkins said, “This is your cell, number 310 in block D, you got that, Harris?” Shenodded and said, “Yes.” “That’s yes sir,” he said! “”Uh, yes sir,” she stammered back. “Yourcell mate is named Flo Engle, she’s working in the laundry, and that’s where you will be working starting tomorrow.” Barbara entered the cell and sat down on bed and began to cry. If things could get any worse, she couldn’t see how! Being that it was only 3:00PM, it would be two more hour.