He had one hand on it, gripping it as he jerked away but I could see his fingers didn’t meet as they held it. It was at least twelve inches long. Hi... glistening purple crown was distended and his hand was a blur.Julie held my hand and gasped loudly. Musa tried to pull up his jeans but there was no chance of hiding that lethal tool.Julie blurted out, “Oh my, God, look at him! Just look at him!” Julie moved toward Musa, her eyes fixed on that huge cock.I stood transfixed as she took hold of his. We dated a dozen times and made out in his car; I let him squeeze my tits and run his hand over my crotch and even down my shorts and over my panties. It did nothing for me. He was pissed when I said I was not gonna date him anymore because school was starting. And then there was Pete: Pete was a nice guy but really, really annoying with his Nascar and his Ninga motorcycle talk and his stupid video games. But he was good looking and adored me and treated me nice. And then one evening during a. To make her mine. To make her never want another man. But there was that small part of my brain, in the back of my head, that told me no. It was my voice of reason, telling me that what I wanted, what we wanted was wrong on so many levels. It told me that she was my twin sister, and even if we had already done it once, it had been an accident, and we shouldn't look to repeat that in any way, shape or form. It told me that yes, I could find her attractive, but I must never touch her. It told me. Even the nickname I got, behind my back ofcourse, "BBT", stood for Barbara Big Tits.No longer a virgin, I didn't waste my time with fumbling fools looking to lose their cherries at MY expense. I needed someone confident, handsome, and not afraid to "go for it".My second week, I ran across him, not that he noticed me. It was the guy's gym teacher... and I mistook him for another student!I had 'fumbled' my books onto the floor so I could bend over to pick them up while showing off my boobs, but.