”“Well, it has been almost that big since I was ten.” Pain of the memories are written on my face, so she climbs into her favorite movie positio.... She looks into my eyes while caressing my torso, using pressure to find the outline of my penis.“That must have been so uncomfortable. Tell me about it. How did you figure out you were different?”I guess this is also her favorite storytelling position, now. “I didn’t. Robbie Rivers told me.”“Who?”“Robbie Rivers. He did not live here long, only about. Things were all light and happy until I was sent to show a nice two story house to a buyer that wanted to see the size of the bedrooms. I could understand that because sometimes the written square footages were not truly indicative of the look or the feel of the bedroom when one was standing with full attention right inside.The man’s name was Adam and he had a funny moustache that made me wonder if it would tickle if he put it between my legs.Adam seemed a quiet sort and he stayed behind me. Standing before the sink he thought about what he had done the night before, and felt tingly all over. It hadn't been another wet dream; he had really, actually, fucked his mother. True, he hadn't been able to spend the whole night with her, and hadn't gotten nearly enough of that glorious pussy, but she had fucked him back. She had loved his prick and played with it and fed him her tit. She had talked dirty with him and told him that even though his father's cock was much bigger than his, she. You grew older but not naive, these experiences helped and moulded you into a intelligent and strong teen, learning what paths to not take back home, who to trust, where to hid your money.At the ripe age of 17 you have a decent chunk of cash and even a few trades under your belt, one more year and you can legally leave the shithole of a orphanage.Through the last year of the stay you decided to have fun with life due to the process of elimination, you are being stopped and screwed with by life.