" Hehe, it is a strange question, but I'm asking it anyway. I like to hear how people perceive me. It is like a game." I perceive that you are as stra...ge as your question. Okay, very well, I'll play. Let me take a good look at you. You have blonde hair tied in a ponytail, I can't see your eyes because of the sunglasses, but they look cute on you. Your skin is tanned and flawless. I'd say you are in your late twenties or early thirties. You don't look that tall, but you are not short either. You. We always had lots of fun, I got lots of hugs and snuggles, she often mussed my hair, whispered nonsensical things in my ear, tickled me until I cried for her to stop. Of course, as I became twelve, then, entered my teens, my overnight stays became less frequent.Then, at my fifteenth birthday party, she whispered in my ear, "I want you to come over and stay the weekend, Howie, I have a special present just for you." Well, she had always chosen presents for me with great care, always something. She was bored. Her friends were all out at discos, ending up in some boys car, making out and sometimes even having sex. Rob, she guessed, was probably just as scared about sex as she was. Probably worse. He'd not been a virgin when they met, but was as confident as a wet fish, and twice as wimp. When they had sex, it only lasted minutes, sometimes only seconds. She was fed up. They'd had their fish suppers, had a cup of coffee, snuggled up, he'd fingered her for about 20 seconds, pulled her. Kay, Kim and I are all naked apart from our heels. We are watching two hung men giving an incredible blow job to a man with a huge, thick, ten-inch inch erection. Very exciting. “Sorry you are breaking up,” she answered as she dodged his obvious question.“Kay is correct, you are a sex machine, a fucking ten-inch sex machine. And a challenge for me, the biggest cock Jeremy and I have ever had.” Julian muttered. “Do you want me to swallow?”“Yes, but not yet, tease and edge me some more,” I.