She sat in a fetal position with her arms wrapped around her knees and her whole body trembling like a leaf in the wind. Fear distorted her face, and ...er eyes closed so tightly her facial muscles twitched with the effort.A tiny voice uttered from her lips, repeating a single word again and again: snakes. Kneeling next to Alice, I put my arm around her shoulder and held her tight until her trembling lessened to not much more than a shiver."Where are the snakes?" I kept my voice calm and. It was the old Motorcycle Club, my brother used to run errands for.It looked slightly different to what I remembered, but it was the same club.The flag flapping from the roof, gave it away.It had been a few years since I bumped into anyone there.I climbed a tree to see over the fence.What I saw was, dozens of wrecked cars around the yard and a biker doing some work on some motorbikes.Wicked, I thought to myself, it was bringing back memories of better times.So my activities after school now for. “Oh nothing,” I blushingly said. I mean, what could I say, that compared to you, she was milk toast? As Mom busied herself in the kitchen cleaning up, I sat in my chair trying to build up my courage, eyeing her with an incredibly raging lust, but I didn’t know what to do or how to say anything that would start a conversation in the right direction. When she was finished Mom told me she was going to take a shower, and call it a day. I went into the living room and turned on the television and. I had forgotten how powerful it was considering its small size, the buzzing changed tone as I gently ran it back over the head of my swollen cock. I closed my eyes and imagined your fingers doing the same, slipping easily over the glistening surface. Some more juice was running over my fingers so I sucked hungrily on them as I reached for the lube. I ran some over my middle finger then stroked my arsehole, feeling it involuntarily pucker at the coldness. After some gentle pressure to overcome.