"Bill," she tells me on the phone, refusing to address me by the proper term she ought to, "I'm not a goddamn lezzy!" I'm so very proud of her!But eve...ything she does, everything she takes like a trooper, every assfucking, mouthfucking, titfucking, every time you see her getting slapped around and called a whore, every time she's gangbanged, every times she meekly accepts the cum on her face, her tits, her hair, her ass, her pubic hair (red, like on her lovely young head) and then begs for. They were already pushed well out of shape. I loved the way that the straps fell away from her body. Time stopped while her breasts came into my palms. She broke our touch for a moment to put her bra carefully on the seat next to her. Her hand fell so softly back onto the bulge in my jeans. One of the things you can't do in life is to stop the movie right there, but there are some times when I wish I could, and so I have my memory do that task for me.Her breasts: In my memory, I can't see them. Some time later. When I had the opportunity, I let Bruce mount me but nothing more. It really turned me on watching him on a mirror when he was all over me. My father was never around but my mom and brother were usually at home, so the chances were few.That changed when we started going to swimming lessons. Due to my age I had to assist to teenagers lessons on Tuesday and Thursday while my brother went to children lessons on Monday and Wednesday; my mom had to take him to the pool. So I was all. When Dexter's coveralls were laying across a sawhorse, he pulled down his blue boxers exposing his long black uncut dong with silver pubic hair. I sat down on the bucket and started stroking it to life. With my elbow pointed outward and my thumb underneath, I jerked that dick nice and slow, getting the head to pop out of the foreskin like a long turtle neck poking out of its shell. I licked the crevice under the head while I jerked.When Dexter's dick was completely hard, it was at least 9.