"What's this for?" I asked."I'm painting," she said. "It's for Ella." Does Ella want her bed frame grey? Did you ask her?" No, if I ask her, she might...say no." What if she doesn't like it?"Lily shrugged her shoulders. "My mum said I can do it. I make everything grey. Don't tell anyone." Why don't you want me to tell anyone?" I don't want them to stop me." I don't think Ella likes grey. Nothing else in her room's grey." This paint isn't really grey," said Lily."Then what colour is it?"She. I froze when I heard the gate open. I laid perfectly still, my cheek in the dirt, as I watched my dad’s shoes go by from under the bushes. My pants were at least buttoned, {I could have thanked God for at least THAT, but I doubted He had anything to do with it.} I laid there for almost an hour and a half, at my estimate, before my father got up and went in the house. It was just as well, all better to legitimize my “Hanging out with Jeff” story. I walked in through the garage, skateboard in. He wanted to do lots of man sex things, not just fuck me.He pushed his big fat cock upto the entrance of my anus. I started hyperventilating in fear of his thick cock. He held my hips each side. He then started to press forward with his cock. I could feel my anus stretching. I could feel his cock pulsing, or was that my ass pulsing? I could not really tell. My ass was on fire with pleasure and pain. He held his massive fat cock pressed into my anus. My anus held him out firmly staying. But at least Clarissa was surviving.In fact, Megan was forced to conclude that she was not only surviving but thriving. She could not see the two lovers sunbathing nude each evening because there was a building blocking the view - Clarissa had enough feelings not to distress Megan any more than she need. But the spring in Clarissa's step and the laugh that came out of her so often could not be disguised. Clarrie was enjoying this novel experience! She had obviously found love in the tall and.