.. more than one. I can only agree to one.”Aron laughed.“Don’t be so picky about everything. I know how much you like to blow me,” Aron spoke,...his voice husky and low.Carter winced as a strange jolt went up his spine, making the hair on his head stand on its ends. Funny, it felt like he was aroused. Just to check, he pressed one hand over his crotch. Was that thing working overtime? He threw an incredulous look at the bulge in his skinny jeans.“Ah, damn,” he whispered.Great. Now his voice. I hated my life. I was constantly bullied, hated. Never accepted. Let me introduce myself, my name is Lucy. Im 17, I have short blood red hair, blue eyes and a slightly curvy figure. Im kind of pear shaped so my hips are wider set. And therefore, people feel the need to call me fat and bully me every day. And it doesnt help that I like dressing in black and red and painting my nails black or wearing black lipstick. Or that there are scars on my wrists. My parents are no help. They either fight. I wanted to make it clear that I was horny and wanted him. I suggested we go back to my place. Before we even got through my front door I pulled my sweater off and dropped it to the floor. We started kissing again and he started squeezing my boobs, and my nipples. I pulled his shirt off and dropped my skirt. I was now completely naked as we made our way to the living room. As we got to the couch I undid his pants and dropped to my knees. I pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles as he. ”Duncan got off the rider. “I mean it, son. It’s hot. You need to cool off—you could get heat stroke, you know.” He reached for Tom, who pulled away.“No, Dad! I’m okay! I’ll ... uh, just get some water—and a hat.”He ran off to the house and returned several minutes later. When his father looked again, Tom had a cap on but was still in his shirt, so he swung around to him again.“Aren’t you taking off the shirt?” he called.“No! I can’t,” Tom responded.Lynette ran up to them. “Dad, please don’t.