And now he was standing in front of my bed, holding his gray shirt that I was sniffing that time, when playing with myself. I put it under my pillows ...hen and completely forgot about it. No wonder I have been having wet dreams more often than usual, with his body smell so close to mine.But now I was busted, I had no clue how to explain this. Here came the inevitable question:-What is my shirt doing under your pillow?-I don’t know how it got there.He was looking at me persistently with squinting. Nobody can see us except the driver (God is great!). It was pitch dark. I just bored of only her hand and legs touch. I just crossed my hands and started moving my fingers on her body. My fingers took many seconds to reach the softer areas. I just started pressing only through my left hand fingers on her left hand side boobs. Not able to sense the softness completely because of more clothes. Just thought about how to have the whole experience with my hands on her boobs. So, the next step was. Every time he raped me, he got his jollies both ways. He was a pain addict, and every day he was in town, he raped me at least once. Usually more than once.”“Jesús Hernández Cristo!” yelled Pēteris, echoing a swearing he’d learned from Robyn. “I’d have fed him his balls raw!”“And the bastard would have loved the pain,” replied Annie.Hester, sitting beside her, shifted Tina and reached an arm over to hug Annie, and Annie explained, “I don’t think I told you that my Hero’s name was Martin. Martin. To start off with some back round info, this weekend I have a friend , who is also another fuck buddy of mine, visiting me for the weekend. Her name is Bianca and she is a sexy Brazilian and Italian girl. She is 22 tan , medium height sexy slim body, small tits and a cute ass. She and I go way back to our middle school days. But we became fuck buddies in our freshman year of high school. She is visiting me for the weekend to hang out and fuck of course,and so far we have been fucking a lot..