I continued,sliding off my laced boyshorts and throwing them into my dirty clothes bin.I knew I was being watched.I didn't do anything about.Why? Beca...se it gave me a type of giddy feeling to know someone liked me so much that they'd watch me undress.I liked that feeling.I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the ground.The moans came again.I smirked to myself and entered the bathroom.About a week later,My older brother went over to a friends house,Leaving me alone.The man (lets name him Randy). She let him devour as much of herpussy juice he could extract. He even slept with his face between herbuttocks. This greatly satisfied his masochistic needs. His face alwaysbrimmed with pride and happiness when she released his face after themorning ritual, comprised of bladder release in his mouth followed upby an oral orgasm. He always begged her with wet eyes for staying withhim one more day. Sometimes she did, as she cared about him a lot.The expert tongue of Eric merely took half a minute. How about tonight?" O.K.! But when He cums,I get the prize!"Our timing was perfect. Gramps had just finished taking a shower and was standing in the kitchen,naked.His cock really is magnificent,you know. It's fat and hangs about a third of the way down his left thigh,when it's soft,and his ball sack looks like a softball!He was putting ice cubes into a glass when I noticed the open bottle of vodka and two cans of orange soda on the counter. "Howdy,Boys. Who won?" I did!" Donny exclaimed and. O.B. Was and is an autocrat: a peacenik in public but a terror at home, an emotional – and, in my case, occasionally physical abuser. He was also a doctor, and got terrific mileage out of his “respect for human life” while seeming to try doing his worst to ruin my mom’s and mine.In short, it was a perfect setup to create a candidate for the Marines (known only half-jokingly as Uncle Sam’s Mistreated Children). We won’t get into the psychology of all that. I’m not sure I understand it myself,.