"You are thinking about Jim, aren't you?" "No, I am fucking you!" "Admit it! You don't fuck me like this any more. You want Jim's cock!" She is silent...for a minute while I fuck her hard. "Tell me the truth. You can have anyone and anything as long as you tell me the truth!" "Yes, I am thinking about Jim! I want Jim to fuck me!” Hearing Lynn admit to her desire for Jim sends me over the edge and I shoot my load deep into her cunt. "Admit it, Stephen! You want Jim to fuck me, too!" I roll off of. My parents and I went nearly every Sunday. One Sunday, while I was setting with another group of boys my age in Youth Sunday School, the pastor came in. The Sunday School teacher had apparently known he was going to drop in. The pastor gave us boys a stern warning about the 'sin' of touching ourselves (meaning, masturbation). As young boys, the very mention of such a thing caused an automatic nervous reaction, because, as the pastor obviously suspected (and rightly so) we were doing precisely. I work for Morgenstern Motors, a company that started out here in New Jersey but then spread out across New England and the East Coast and is fast becoming a nationwide company. Lloyd Morgenstern started the company in the seventies, and within the decade, he had two other sales yards in Trenton. By the late eighties, he had businesses up and down the East Coast and today, nearly forty years later, Morgenstern Motors is a nationally recognized conglomerate. Not bad for a kid who was straight. They had gathered their crop of reluctant virgins by hook and by crook from the impoverished villages along the regal river that flowed for hundreds of kilometers down into the marshy lands of the reclusive boat people of the south.Fortunately for Allie Booty, a virginal gem covered in dust and mud, they had poor procedures in counting their merchandise and when she tumbled from the back of the last camel without raising any alarm, the caravan advanced ignorant of their loss. The shock of the.