He always called me Frank, after I’d told him my middle name was Frances. It was his special name for me. I knew he’d held a candle for me ever si...ce we were young, and as we grew up we found out that we had the same school interests and could help each other study and improve, getting better marks and greater understanding, with the goal of a good university place in mind. “It’s Sunday, and we’re doing geomorphology later, yeah?” he asked. “Ah, shit!” I exclaimed. “I forgot. No mind, just come. Mom loved Wendy too, but Wendy had more time with dad than I did and not having him around, really affected her. Wendy liked to push mom's buttons and they never really got along after the accident. Wendy spent a lot of time mostly out of the house at friends or my aunt and uncle's home. It was fine, it just meant more attention from mom.As a young c***d, I was practically her shadow, always following her around the house. She always called me the "man of the house," which I loved. She was. Coach must have told her about my huge cock. I told her I did not have a girlfriend and that they were always after only one thing with me. She licked her lips and said that they would keep cuming back if I gave it to them..... she looked sly and said that she would keep coming back if I gave it to her.....!Coach came into the room and she changed subject. I sat there looking at this beautiful woman with tits bigger than I had ever seen. My cock started to grow and I felt so stupid.Cathy served. I was so scared. We made some small talk as he lead me to the sofa in the front room. I sat down beside him and he pulled out a magazine with these young guys having sex. The pictures were manly black & white with a few color pictures. I sat there with the magazine in my lap as I turned the pages soaking up all the details. Jim reached over and started stroking my hard on over my jeans. It felt so good and I knew that I had to do something if he was going to do more to me. I reached over and.