. If I can relate Marx and Jean-Paul Satre-a not unreasonable association-the Frenchman wrote in his autobiography, THE WORDS, that as a child he kne... he was ugly and his only hope of ever getting women would be through his intelligence and words. As a child I reached a similar conclusion. No woman was ever going to love me for myself. No one was ever even going to have sex with me for myself. And no one ever has. If I wanted women-and I did, desperately as a child, more deliberately now-I had. Since money is tight she has us counting every penny. I love my mum to death, but she can over do the, 'We have to save where we can.' bit.It was a hot humid, sweaty nights where there is no breeze. I'm laying in bed on top of sweat covered sheets wishing for a cool breeze. I hear my mother also tossing and turning in her bed. Finally, not being able to stand the heat any more, I get out of my bed and go knock on my mum's bedroom door."Mum? You awake?"I hear a muffled, "Yeah."I tell "Mum, I'm. I hoped that she would hurry and wake up before there was not enough time for me to give it a try before her mother got home. I was really going to be pissed off I missed out.Sally was unconscious for almost 15 minutes, and I was starting to get concerned. However, she finally woke up and was all over me with hugs and kisses over what I had done for her. She was still a little bit tired, but Sally insisted that she could hardly wait to do for me what I had done for her.I lay down on the bed on. The sperm that the two of them had injected into my anus was now being forced out from the weigh of his body and mine as I lay on my stomach. 'That's right, this pussy getting all wet for me now,' he was poised right above my anal opening and pushed hard. His big dick heap slipped almost effortless into my ruptured butt hole. I cried out for mercy as he savagely ravaged my defenseless butt.(I didn't know that crossing my legs only enhanced the tightness of my ass hole.) Young blood was.