You tell people my business, not because you want to hurt me but because you think they need to know. It hurt me a lot that you didn’t tell me about...this until it was too late for me to fix it. Maybe there’ll come a day that I can trust you again, but right now, you’re not in my corner and THAT hurts too. Mom’s gone crazy because I’m finally starting to tell people how bad they’ve hurt me. Maybe she’s worried that I might come around to tell her she’s hurt me somehow and she can’t handle what. MMMM his thick fingers were doing a great number on me, until he began to protrude his dick deep inside of me. My legs were wrapped around his waist as he pushed further and deeper. I lifted my waist to get more of him.Kevin pulled his dripping dick from my wet pussy and put it closer to my face, I sucked my cum from him, before he put himself back into me. Kevin would hold his dick as he inserted my aching pussy, them pull himself all the way out. I told him how I liked that feeling. He. But I was physically stronger too! I could run longer, climb higher and lift more weight than ever, my muscles harder and more defined. I was always known as a "bad boy", a loner who was always getting in fights and causing trouble in school and out. I was also a pothead, loved to smoke weed and party every chance I could. I was basically on my on!For the next week my best and only friend, whose name is Dale, and I took every opportunity to worship each other's Cocks! In his room, in my room,. I gave us both a heaped bowl of ice cream to follow. With chocolate sauce. Sometimes you just gotta pig out, fuck the calorie counting.She was much more relaxed when we did the night-time routine and went to bed.We talked a bit more, well, for another couple of hours, holding each other tight. We’d graduated to me lying on my back with her on my chest; my erection resting against her belly until it forgot to keep going. Then it was just bodily contact for comfort and sympathy. I rubbed her back.