He fucked every hole I have and came over every inch of my body. He photographed in lingerie, naked and sucking and fucking. He also videotaped me doi...g a striptease for him then he fucked me on camera coming all over my face as I licked and swallowed every drop of man juice.I broke the off affair and returned to my husband, but his insecurities multiplied and we would quarrel about the least thing but we both knew it was his impotence that was the driving force.At one point I turned to drink. He glanced in his mirror to the backpack just peeking out fromunder his bed. The backpack that contained his dresses, his bras, hisshoes. He looked back at himself.The warm summer breeze whipped around Art's legs, legs wrapped in a layerof brown nylon. His feet wore white, Converse trainers. The same trainershe wore out as a boy. The dark black hem of the cotton, skater styledress he wore rose and fell with every step he took, as he clutched thestrap of his brown, leather handbag across one. Even Jennifer, who was by far the most underdeveloped, expressed a desire to see what was between a man's legs.Each of the girls had secretly discovered masturbation right around the end of the previous school year, with Nancy last, but though men was a prime topic for them, their own sexuality never came up. Kelly popped her own cherry with her mom's vibrator; Amber wiggled her fingers around inside her butt; and Jennifer found that playing with her nipples made showering a thousand times. My finger moves on its own as the bullet ricochets in the moonlight. I miss. ‘Hart, did you just shoot at me?’ Glenn stands up and faces me. He rushes toward me with his hand outstretched for the gun. Our massive liquid bodies thump against each other. The only thing keeping me moving is the helpless look on the girls porcelain face. I can barely tell if she is still alive. POP. The gun goes off and something wet seeps against my shirt. Then the pain comes. A hole is beginning to form near my.