"Tims downstairs room had a ranch slider that opened silently onto the sloping garden at the back of the house, Down to the back fence over which was ... largely overgrown, virtually forgotten public pathway winding its way down the hill past a dozen houses down to the road. We used it only when we didn't have our bikes as the overgrown foliage and steep steps made it almost impossible. I never ever saw anyone else using it. We got to his place and announced our change of sleeping plans and went. Feeling their hands move up and down, I relaxed and open my legs ever so slightly, allowing whoever was down there more room to massage my inner thighs. I let out a moan, and both laughed as they continued to massage my body.When they were done, Marc insisted I flip over so that they could continue. Turning over, is when I had a good close look at both of their cocks. Their cocks were semi-hard, and both were bigger than any cock I had seen before.Lying on my back, Enzo dripped lotion across. .." "Okay, I'll be comng here around one o'clock." she said, "I'll seeya tomorrow." she waved walking away.The next day came, and so did one o'clock surely enough. we met and sat at that same table, stacks of our favorite books around us. We spent that entire day talking, aswell as most of the following week. The more her and I talked the more sexual and devious our conversations became. Finally after two weeks of meeting at the library she asked me "Wanna come over to my place?... It'll much. I went from being “Donna” to “You Fucking Diseased Cunt” to something ugly he just whimpered venomously under his breath, huddled in the corner. With tears streaming from clenched eyelids.Until he really learned to hate.Day by day, I watched it grow until it was stronger than his need for alcohol. When his hate was so strong he refused to beg me for a drink, I figured we’d reached a turning point. He answered in one syllable words for a long time. Eventually he stopped speaking altogether and.