My penis stopped growing by the time I got to be thirteen, and I'm glad that it did.I had known Rachel only since the seventh grade because we lived a...good distance away from each other and she went to a different elementary school than I did. We didn't say much to each other in seventh, probably because she didn't get too interested in guys until after she sprouted those boobs over the summer before eighth grade started. In the seventh grade she had a great butt and nice legs, but just two. She hadn't expected they would go to the woods but when she saw some lights in the distance near the playground she was glad they had moved.He didn't say a word, he just picked the end of her short black dress to reveal her red lace thong panties and started to run his fingers over the fabric...She, having no experience in these casual encounters just let him take control. Enjoying his fingers tugging at her panties as she felt his muscles through his thin black t-shirt, she imagined what might. The patibulum was attached to the back of the upright. The upright was a good 6 inches deep, at least. This meant my arms were to be bent back behind me, and the upright was to press my body out at an odd angle.I was moaning already, the pain of being stretched beginning, and I hadn't even been raised up. My chest was stretched out, spread out with my breasts jutting out obscenely. My legs were bent and raised in to the traditional position designed to create the horrible dance for breath of. Why couldn’t I drive him to his house? That was my chance to watch the queen of my fantasies. I got him to his car with the help of a waiter and we drove away.My heart was beating faster as I approached his home and I honked at the gate. There was quite a drizzle that night. And then I saw her in a night robe walking toward the house. That robe revealed her thighs and my cock started his fight. The alcohol was playing its part.My boss’s wife got wet and noticing that her husband not getting.