We took it in turn in pairs to hide while the rest huntedfor us. I was hiding with Heather, a lovely girl with auburn hair,about 18 months older than ...e. As we lay in the bracken, I asked if shewould let me look in her panties. Very reluctantly she did so. I wasfascinated and said she looked lovely. I hated my penis. While otherboys enjoyed theirs, pulling at them, peeing up walls and trying to peeover the five bar gate in the fields adjacent to our country road, Ihated everything to do with. The taste is addictive, and soon my hand is totally free of your juices. You feel like such a slut, sucking and savouring your own juices off my hand; a rush of confusion hits you as you realise you’ve been stroking your rapist’s cock through the thin fabric of his jeans, knowing in your head how long and thick his cock must be, and how incredible it will feel inside you.You hear the zip of my jeans and start to quiver, it seemed big before, but at least it was caged.You know it’s going to look. She was a distant relative of his. We talked and I’m sure she noticed me staring at her breasts. She was married, around 21 and had recently had a c***d. She was blond, about 5’8” pretty, thin with fairly large breasts (she had recently been breastfeeding), blue eyes and wore glasses. I think she just thought I was a nice guy. We talked for the better part of 30 minutes and she asked me if I yahoo IM. I gave her my screen name and she said she’d look me up sometime. I admit I was. She had become a leader, outgoing, outspoken and certainly unafraid of relationships, school or boys. The young man that she had dated as a junior turned out to be easily intimidated by females and wanted nothing more to do with a strong personality such as Hanna's. That's not to say that there were not plenty of other guys extremely anxious to take his place. There was, unfortunately, a contingent of guys who had learned that Hanna was sexually experienced, and they were just sure that they.