As early as age six, I clearly remember lying on the floor with images of female models from advertisements I found in magazines or store fliers from ...he sunday paper and grinding my stiffening cock into the unyielding floor. I liked the feel of pressure against my young plumbing.By age nine, I had befriended a neighbor whose father had a jackpot of skin mags in his attic. Penthouse, Hustler, High Society, probably other titles as well--from no later than the early eighties. The pictures and. Ok really not THAT much sex. We really didn’t hook up all that much. See that’s the thing that was so cool. Most relationships were built so heavily on the sex and us…sure it was AMAZING but…we were perfectly happy just playing mini golf and staring at each other while talking for hours and hours about…life. But you’re here for sex so here we go.Most of you were wondering what happened the next night. You know, after I had him over for dinner. He fucked me (and he sure did a hell of a job at. I just kept on sucking the best I knew how at the time. The second guy was kneeling next to me rubbing my ass and jacking me off. He started to kiss my neck and and it drove me crazy. I thought I was going to cum right then. Then he started to push my shorts down and told me lift up a little and slipped my shorts off me. Now I am completely naked in a public place with two total strangers doing things to me I would never have thought would happen. The first guy starting cumming and I started to. But that was before she knew her s!ster could dance that way."Ok," she said deciding that she was just paranoid and that Dawn was growing up. And that Spike would never do anything to hurt Dawn since he knew that Buffy would slay him if he did. ‘Plus,’ Buffy asked herself, ‘Wasn’t he supposed to be in love with me?’Then, Willow and Buffy left."So, do you want to keep playing Dawn?" Spike asked when they had left and they both sat down on the floor."Sure," Dawn said. She loved to hang with Spike.