Tina thought that the trouble started when Mom went back to school."Some men don't want a woman with brains underneath them." she'd grumble.Speaking o... whores, I'm afraid my sister Tina fit in that category quite nicely. We'd always gotten along except for the petty squabbles over chores like most siblings, but she was far from my Missy in the virtue department.Tina learned early on that a bat of her pretty eyelashes or a dimpled smile made men her slaves. Even my father had tripped all over. No. It wasn’t my Dag. But some little boy had scratched his name into wet cement. I could easily imagine Dag having done the same kind of thing when he was a child. These streets were his home. He probably grew up near this very place. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t making a saint out of him and revering the neighborhood he grew up in. But it really got to me that this was his neighborhood and his neighbors would want to know about him.I quickened my steps back to the Swedish American Center,. “Couldn’t you stay for a second?” Embarrassed, I told her I didn’t think I should. I hadn’t really had much experience with girls and I was getting a bit uncomfortable being around her. “Miss…” I suddenly realized I didn’t even know her name. “Billie, spelt like Holiday.” She said. “Billie, I really don’t think…” “You’re right, I shouldn’t be doing this, It’s just I’ve always wanted…” “What?” I asked, intrigued. “I’ve always wanted to watch a man masturbate.” She said in a low voice, as if she. It is said sex can be passionate, and pleasurable, but it isn’t often talked about how messy it can be. And this guy was making me a mess. His body’s sweat, laced with his own body odor, smeared with mine, and I began to take on his smell, a fact that was making me want to retch, and yet I could not, for his cock was rapid-firing into me, making me shiver and shake. His final gesture was to cum in me, fast, and with absolutely no warning. Some grunts, and then a loud bellow, almost a.