I was 15 and it was the summer between 10th and 11th grade.My best friend at that time, Jeff, were in school bands together and inseparable running ma...es for several years. We both had paper-routes, loved riding our bikes - all the typical stuff youngsters do at that age.His family lived near mine so we'd do overnights at each other's house fairly often. His dad flew for the Air force and would be gone quite a bit but his mom and 2 sisters were always around Matter of fact, sometime after this. Remember when I wondered if I had enough lube. I didn’t. At least not enough so that I wouldn’t notice Michael’s girth. The length was also something to consider, but the width made me try to convince him to take it slow. Oh boy, I felt every inch of that log go into me. I’m not sure if there was ever going to be a slow enough pace when he made that initial invasion. He wasn’t stopping until he was completely inside me too. I wrapped myself around him as he pushed all the way into me. . It must be a situation in which your life is at risk in oneway or another. If you survive, your wish is granted, no other tricks orconditions," Jenada said. "Many do not survive the wishing." Hm." Mickey ponderd a moment, then, as he walked around his apartment, amagazine caught his eye. "I suppose," he said, turning to Jenada, "youalready know what I'm after?" I do," she replied. "You wish to become a beautiful woman." Exactly!" he exclaimed. "And now I know how to do it, and to. All the time I am continuing to massage your balls with my hand. I alternate between flicking my tongue over the tip of your head and encircling my lips around the whole tip of your hardness, my tongue flicking the underside where your head meets the rest of your hardened cock. I use my other hand to stroke the underside of your cock, so you now have one hand massaging your balls, one on your cock and my lips around the tip, teasing you and causing you to moan louder now, you struggle to rouse.