I was a year behind every popular fad, trend, style, or anything else the other k**s my age were involved in during school years. I was even the last ...uy my age to reach puberty which made showering after gym class traumatic in many ways.In addition, I was physically and mentally abused for many years by alcoholic parents and historically, mental illness conditions have plagued almost all of my blood relatives.Somehow I graduated high school just after turning eighteen and left home. I moved in. "She was only a little shaken and easily overcame it. "It is. It is even more difficult to believe when the baby speaking. Sounds like your father." I had not noticed that. Do you want me to try to change?" No, just a little odd." I hate to add to your troubles but the situation is getting odder still."She looked around trying to find the voice and speak to the source of it."Well you know that I am fairly intelligent and can speak to you through our minds. I have been trying to find out more of. Amanda! Mandy! What in God’s name was he doing to make her cum so hard? He hadn’t even mounted her, and yet there she was, orgasming helplessly on his bed!“Good girl!” he whispered. “I thought you’d enjoy that!”Andy moved from the foot of the bed to the side, clearing my field of view and there, lying full length on the bed, her body still shaking with the aftermath of her first orgasm, was…Yvonne! Chapter EighteenIt wasn’t Mandy on the bed at all!A huge feeling of relief washed over me, partly. ..ohh...ohh...I moan each time the orgasm peaks. I feel something warm running down my thighs and down my legs. Michael stops pounding, his pelvis pressed hard against my ass. “Ahhh….Ahhhh...Ahhh” he exclaims loudly as his dick pulses discharging his load. We freeze for a moment in this position. He presses his lips against the side of my neck breathing hard. After about a minute I feel his dick soften and slip out of me. I wonder what that warm feeling was. I look down and realized I.