I have watched all of her fights many times, and all of the local fights for the last three years. I like to swim in the river, when the crocodiles ar... not hungry. Mostly I like to fight, but the other children at the children's ground will not fight with me, and my mother will not let me Challenge them. They say no if I just ask if they want to. I guess it is because the ones who are as good as me are all much bigger than me, so they will look bad whether they win or lose. So I fight with. Her father owned a successful tool and die shop and factory, so she was also a bit spoiled. Though I did not realize it at the time, in retrospect I think she had made a few passes at me. At the time, I had not yet discovered the I was bisexual, so did not respond, so she must have figured I was straight. Another reason I really did not think about it much, was that she was engaged to a guy at the time. We had stayed in contact for awhile, and then had lost touch when I moved out of. I'm trying not to think about that. I don't know how I'm going to be able to do that without getting sick.Almost as soon as I started sucking on Barney's cock it began to grow quickly. As soon as it was erect that fine mist began to spray out of it in short spurts. I suspect it's just lubrication, similar to what I experienced with the boys I've been forced to service in the last two days except there's so much more of it.Now that I think about it, I guess it's just about the same stuff my. A hot chick. Me getting laid for the first timein a while. You know. Simple. And that's what actually happened. Sort of.I get to the bar, I see Meghan across the way, sitting pretty in a short black dress, legs crossed,sipping on a martini like she's sucking my cock already. Far as I'm concerned, I'm as good as fucked,the way she's making herself out to be: smooth thighs, big, round tits, lips that could blow the cap offa bottle of Bud, legs long as tomorrow and an ass as big as today. Fuck, I.