He was afraid of girls. They were strange and mysterious creatures who wanted to entice him to do these sickening things. Kissing, and touching, and a...l that other stuff. But he needed something. He just didn't know what."Is that what queers do? They actually stick it into -- "He overheard the boys talking about it, and he couldn't help wondering if he was queer. Because he didn't like girls, and all... It didn't much matter. Bernie had been thinking it over for years. Years of enduring the. I just held it, without stroking it. As I cradled it, it began growing in my hand…I continued to nibble on his earlobe. In less than a minute, he was as hard as he was last night when he was pounding my holes like crazy. I let go his nice thick cock and moved my hand away.I then opened up the jelly pot and I poured the lube onto my fingers."Do not dare to move, dear…" I whispered on his ear.With my lubed up fingers, I began to insert them into his little tiny asshole.I slipped in one finger,. He felt her plump mons pressing against his pubic hair and his hugely loaded balls were resting against her upturned butt.Ravi began to move within the compliant twelve-year-old girl, keeping it slow so as to avoid a premature ejaculation. Very quickly the going became easier as the young girl's body that had been thoroughly stretched by her teacher's thick tool adjusted to having this cock inside of her. Soon he was moving in a delightful friction, a tight, slippery channel that seemed custom. Now, seeing her son's condition, it was very hard to stick with her policy, but she persevered.For over fifteen minutes, Betty watched patiently from the corner of the drape. When Glen at last got out of the car, his stance showed utter defeat. This was supposed to be the happiest day of his life. What had gone wrong? Showing remarkable restraint, she did not open the door for him, but waited a couple of steps inside. When he closed the door and turned toward her with anguish evident in his.