I don't knowwhat's wrong with me." I do. You have a load of testosterone running through you. You're a mannow, Bev. Apparently, you like tits now too.... Don't be crass, Greg." Annoyed, she went back in to the closet and cameback holding some clothes. "Put these on. I'll be downstairs." She leftthe room. I could hear her stomp as she went down the stairs.I laid the clothes out on the bed. Bev had chosen some khaki capri pantsand a turquoise blouse with short sleeves. Before putting them on,. They thought college wasa waste of money and they expected me to earn a living and not expectthem to finance my education.By the end of the Christmas break, I started feeling the long termeffects of the shots. Not only was my skin felt softer and smootherbut my nipples were puffy and small knots had formed behind them.Also I noticed that the acne that I had suffered since I reachedpuberty had finally cleared up. The makeup that had caused me tobreak out was no longer a problem and my face was. I promised not to as I felt her legs moving on either side of my face she then told me to open them. What I saw was my first shaved pussy. Maggie asked if I liked it and before I could respond she reached back, putting a hand on my cock and said, "Yes," as it throbbed and grew harder.She lowered herself onto my face and I kissed her pussy lips, taking in her sweet smell. I ran my tongue over the outer edges and as I passed, her opening would push my tongue a little deeper each time. At the same. I painted the land we ran over in fat interweaving lines of heavy pattern; darker blues and greeny greys, a fast wet brushstroke that looked like speed. Bright flashes of splotched acid green to show where we had stamped our feet. Between the tiled sky and the speeding ground were the picked out bright points of light that made up shapes: the sun on clouds, a ship in the far distance, two figures running. I drew us in dots of light, then took a needle, pierced the canvas a thousand times so.