I’m seventeen and I think I fell in love with you when Aunt Billie was describing you and telling us what kind of man you are.”“I’m not a yet ...an, Shirelle. I’m only sixteen and you’re older than I am. By the way, I love your name and your sister, Lisette’s name.”“Thank you, Josey. I’m glad you like my name. Your Granny already told us you were sixteen, but she also told us you’re more man than any man she has ever known. Josey, you are a man and Mirra and Aunt Rita both told us all about what. Like I said, it doesn't happen often, but when it does it's a lightning quick super hot flash that consumes my entire mind. I just react. Usually I say something. Sometimes I say something really wild or stupid, like the time my best friend, Don Hamner did something - I can't even remember what it was now - but it was the straw that broke the camel's back at the time, and I went off on him and threatened to stuff ice cream cones up his ass until milk came out his nose. Then I tried to de-pants. Perfect, firm, with hard nipples that poked straight out at me- her breasts were a dream come true. She leaned back over me and began again to wash and massage my hair. I stared up at these two beautiful tits dangling in my face, and I figured I might as well go for it. I opened my mouth and sucked one of those beautiful nipples into my mouth. I licked, and sucked, and licked her chest everywhere I could, as she continued to wash me. Her nipples grew more pronounced and distended, and her. I passed by more two or three sections picking things, water, soda, cookies, and he tried to follow me, always trying to be discreet but unsuccessful. Sometimes he didnt followed my steps and headed to another direction only to accidentally enter the same section as me. After picking everything I needed to my cart, I decided to play a little more with the peeping guy. I headed to the womens apparel section. Again, he didnt came behind me but, when I was in the section, he showed up. The mens.