He must have weighed in at 250, most of it muscle. Kind of off-blond hair, impossible to comb into anything that would stay put for more than a minute...or two. I remember the blond hair on his arms was thick like fur, but almost invisible.When Weinstein made his declaration that resulted in my nickname and reputation, I was a rather unremarkable junior high kid. I'd turned 12 over the summer and hadn't started my growth spurt yet. Yeah, yeah, my schlong was massive, but other than that I was a. I tried to now pretend that this was a normal school day and I had them get out their homework. A better thing to do was sex but the microphones precluded this solution. Exams were coming up and I quizzed them and even had them ask each other questions. Paige and Jamie at least had some of the same classes.Two hours was as long as I could stretch this sort of things and we began to sing. Jamie had a nice voice but he wouldn't sing solos. He could though play the guitar and I sang some songs. " I stopped here to look at Jem. This had to be some kind of prank, right?"Do you know what this letter is about Ms. Stone?" Yes, sir." "Including the part wher it mentions you have to do whatever I say?" Yes sir." So if I were to ask you to show me your breasts?" Long fingers quickly undid buttons and she slid her shirt half down her arms revealing her small, perky, teen tits. They were barely two mouthfuls but they were there. if this was a prank than Jem Stone was in on it. I started reading. "Come on," Adam took my hand and dropped a kiss across my knuckles as he pulled me from the room. "Put your shoes on, I want to show you something."In the entranceway Adam opened my closet and handed me my leather boots. They were knee-high with a tiny, little heel; I'd bought them during a retail therapy afternoon with Rhiannon and Adele and had hardly worn them. As I zipped them up the length of my calves, Adam handed me my leather jacket. I eyed the piece of clothing warily. It was late May.