As theykiss the boy now moans quietly, his slim body writhing against the olderman's, their free arms encircling each other as the older man responds,...is own tongue mashing against the boy's in their mouths, which havebecome one slimy, wet cavern of desire. Their eyes remain open- theygaze at each other all the while, mutually entranced.What power draws him to the older man's body? What force has created thehomosexual lust that fills this sixteen-year-old boy? What urges him tocream all the. “Lucky number seven,” he said.I shrugged and handed it back to him as he wrote the number down next to our car number on a sheet of paper.“What’d you draw?” Grandpa asked, as I climbed back into the truck to drive into the pits.“Seven,” I shrugged. “Is that good?”“It’s not bad at all, kid,” he said in his gravelly voice.“What’s it mean?” I asked.“There are probably a hundred pills in that sack. Your qualifying order is set by pill draw. The worst you can get is seven right now, out of probably. ” Down boy,” whispers. He began to tiptoe into the room to get a closer view of the lovely young woman. Through the glass that shielded her body, he could see a fuzzy view of the vixen. Her body covered in suds as she carefully washed her full firm tits and reached the washrag between her legs to clean her pussy. He just stood there frozen with his prick hard and his eyes focused. She reaches for her razor and begins to groom her tiny cunt. Mike was so into the event that he was not even aware. It wasn't the act of cleaning herself that gave her that feeling, but the mist: she liked her shower so hot that within seconds, everything around her disappeared behind a thick layer of vapor. The shower head, the ceiling, the walls, the shower glass door, everything vanished from her sight... even her tits. And that was when she felt normal. She was a strong woman, confident in her skills and in her worth, but she knew that when people looked at her, they saw her tits first and foremost, and.