The truth was that nothing happened in Philly, except our travel group got very stoned and I didn’t realize Kerri was still with us on the bus, or h...w loudly I was speaking, when I revealed to Marlow just how much I wanted to fuck Kerri, and all the ways I wanted to do it. I had been considering the topic for a few years and delivered a very long and detailed description, unaware that Kerri was listening to every word.“Yeah okay,” I said, tossing a handful of red chips from my rather large. That was Sis in her mirror,making faces at me. I almost wanted to look over my shoulder, to see ifshe had been watching me.I saw a new body, and a new face. Now I needed new hair, but that seemedimpossible. What I had was not quite long enough to style. I triedbrushing it out different ways and spraying it, but nothing helped much.I began to tremble. I couldn't give up now, not when I was so close! Ibegan rummaging through her bags and boxes again, emptying them onto thefloor. Not roughly, I. He pushed me over the back of his car. Brett moved between my legs as he fumbled with his belt buckle. I heard him unzip and gazed at his meat stick. It was long, thin with a nicely shaped mushroom tip. His tip looked large compared to his shaft. He was already somewhat hard when he unsheathed it. Brett took his rod in his left hand as moved in close. He firmly pressed his tip against my hole. Brett released his hand off and continued to apply more pressure. I felt him penetrate into me. I. I thought that somehow, he was hurting... that I could make him feel better.I twined my hand between us, and he raised to allow it passage. I began to rub my slender fingers gently against his groin. His 'prick', as I'd heard guys call it before at school.I slid the fabric of his jeans up and down, until he groaned- loud. Startled by the throaty sounds he made, I pulled my hand away."NO! Don't stop, please. Please Jenny. That feels so good, when you do that. I want to make you feel good too.".