Anytime we went anywherewe either went dutch or she paid. When things started becoming moreserious, she was the one who made the first move. I was ok...with all ofit because I'd never been aggressive in my life. My grandmother alwayscalled me the sensitive type and attributed it to the trauma of myparent's death. I had no idea why I was the way I was. All I knew wasthat I was the type who was happier helping Granny in the kitchen thanhelping my grandfather work in the yard or on his farm. His head had fallen and was hanging down towards the floor. His shirt had ridden up his back and exposed his ample stomach. Frankly, he wasn't looking his best. "Oh. No. No offense intended, Cyrus, but I might not have picked him up if he'd looked like that." I'm not terribly surprised. Listen, I need to go do something in the workshop, and I didn't want to disappear before you got back." Oh. Well, I can ... Shit. Can I come with you? What do you need to do? Why aren't you asleep?" Oh, yeah,. She said that I had scared the boys off before they could do anything other than give one boy a blowjob. That boy was my son the last one to get his pants up and his ass out of the garage.I took the opportunity to play with Cynthia’s pussy. I tickled her clit until she came. She liked that very much so I did it a couple of more times. When she asked me to fuck her I was hesitant at first even though I really wanted too. Then she practically begged me to fuck her. Now that I couldn’t resist. I. There's no way I'm falling for it.This dumb teenager is not going to lie there under me, roped up to thebedframe with my cum still dripping out her arse, and think she cantrick me into cutting off Big Truth."Everything you've said is bullshit," I tell the girl, and before shecan reply I cinch the belt brutally tight once more.But this time I don't release the choking band. Instead I thread theleather through and back on itself, so I can release my hold and thenoose is still held tight.I get off.