" So I can change?" I asked with hope."Of course not. It seems to me your sister and family were exactlyright about you. What kind of boy lets his l...ttle sister beat him upand put him in her clothes? What kind of boy wears girl's GoodNitesbecause he wets his bed? Only one kind. What kind has a crying fitlike a toddler because he's homesick? No matter what you want to be itis clear what you actually are. You are a little sissy boy, Samantha,and that's how your mother intends to raise you.. I went downstairs wearing only my nightie, my stomach was doing somersaults. I peered through the blind and saw Ben looking so good and slowly turned the handle. As the door opened I saw him stare at my body and nothing was said he just walked in and planted his lips on mine. There was no stopping this now I was about to fuck a total stranger. We kissed passionately as he started tearing his clothes off and groped my breasts and bum. He stopped kissing me and just looked at me and I looked down. This would end, here and now, and I didn’t just mean Madeira’s employment with the hotel.“Excuse me, but Madeira needs to get back on the clock if she hopes to save her job,” Lewis insisted, making me smirk.“And what if she doesn’t? You got two choices here. One, you can accept her resignation from here and treat her voluntarily as a guest, part of my party, if you will, or else I will have to teach you some respect and take over your life completely. Oh, either way, you’re going to stop. He was completely smooth, not a hair on him that I could see other than his head. His skin was so young and vibrant. He was slender, but not too skinny, a great flat tummy with a flat chest with two very small but dark nipples, and an inny belly button. The legs on that boy were perfect, smooth and looked fantastic, not to muscular, but strong anyway. His scent was intoxicating. His raw and yet somewhat innocent sexuality shown through. Joey’s desire for carnal knowledge through lustful times.