His mouth hung open; he should close it, he thought. Do something about the glazed look in your eyes, also. Make your heart ratchet down before you re...lly do have an effing heart attack.School Friday was the awful-most experience of his life. Every minute spent in class, at lunch, in gym (where every guy but he strode about, proudly displaying their huge members), the bus ride home ... pure torture. Then he finally arrived, and just inside the front door, he yelled without thinking: “Mina? Mom?. I don’t really understand why people react that way, but often, not always, they do. I think it has something to do with each person’s ability to be responsible – either they’re responsible for what happens to them, or you are.”“God, that’s wicked!” Jolene exclaimed, understanding a little better. “It’s possible, I suppose, that what you said could be what’s been happening in my district. I’ve been too lenient. ‘Unfairly’ so, so it seems.”“It could be,” Béla agreed. “Plus, if someone brings. He couldn’t help but follow. * * * It had been hard not to laugh at the look on Marcus’ face when he first saw the nudes, harder not to laugh when he fully absorbed the variety. I didn’t typically spring my work on anyone who might not enjoy it, but something about Marcus got to me. Maybe I was still bitter over Alicia, still feeling like he didn’t really ‘see’ me, maybe I was trying to show him what he’d been missing. But I knew better than to show strangers my work, strangers who could cause. I switched back and forth between fingering and licking his asshole. He had abandoned any attempt at paying attention to my dick and ass the moment my tongue touched his ass. I realized I liked the feeling of his ass inside and out so I rubbed his cheeks with my hands while I ate him. He asked me if I wanted to fuck him and I said yeah. I got up and got some lotion we used to jack off with sometimes and put a blob on my head and got behind him. I knew I couldn't just go right in so I just.