—————————————————————————————————————————————- Ill first des...ribe myself: Im a 17 year old Australian guy, Im relatively tall, 6ft exactly, long brown straight hair that gets bleached by the sun to be blond and Im a bit lighter than the average build. I keep fit mainly by just doing the odd run every few days, but I dont work out much, so I remain rather slim. I have two sisters, two parents and Im very close to all of them, and no, this story isnt about them :). This story begins in France,. She felt incredible. “I’m just making you play dirty,” I said, trying to capitalize on the word Mom seemed to get off on.“You’re making me be dirty?” she husked.“Yeah,” I confirmed, then added for good measure, “So I don’t have to make Lynn do it.”Mom groaned loudly. I humped her butt harder, resting my hands on her back to steady myself, straddled precariously above her. Mom’s neck bent against the mattress with our to-and-fro movements. She bore me in silence for awhile and then began to emit. . Sometimes I feel like I'm jacking off..." Insults that had been festering in him for months began to bubble up from his guts and he had to make a conscious effort to stop himself, knowing he was going too far. The stricken look on Pam's face quickly sobered him, and he fell silent, but he knew both he and Pam were far past the point of no return. He had said things to her that no woman could for give. He felt an overwhelming urge to get out of the bedroom and out of their goddamn new. I was lucky, I had inherited my mothers colouring and my father mane ofdark hair, teamed with blue eyes, I had been described as a perfectlybeautiful child. Not a handsome boy, a beautiful child! What with myslender build I suppose I was slightly androgynous in appearance which Ihave to say in later years became something I adored. After she hadmoisturised, should would start applying her make up. I would sitthere, entranced more and more with every brush stroke and applicationof colour. .