A small word, but with heavy implications.“What the fuck do you mean ‘no’?” She asked.“What I mean is, if you don’t want these pictures, a...d all the other ones I’ve got, you’re gonna do some things for me.”“I’m not doing shit for you.”“Bitch, I will print out thousands of copies and hang them in every store you’ve stepped in. I will mail them to everyone you’ve ever spoken to. I will attach your name, your address, your entire fucking life story on them unless you do what I tell you.”Chelsea. " What about her, Hank? Why not Lena?" I froze. Mom was asking Dad about sleeping with me."Are you crazy?" Just concerned, my darling. Haven't you noticed that she has practically no social life? She loves you Hank, I can see that from her face. Maybe even she doesn't know it, but I bet she thinks of you everytime she goes out - and that probably explains why no one has ever got to first base with her. She adores you, Hank, and you know it. I can sense the love in the air when the two of you. He enjoyed whacking but that too was getting monotonous; whacking off to nameless guys or just the same porn video; no doubt, because of the lack of proper outlet; he was always excessively horny and aroused with heavy load in his balls.One biggest plus was that he had a balcony off his bedroom that overlooked the busy road underneath and then across the road hardly a small block or two; there was the water front and a large grassy knoll used by the people as a beach, where they came and. Pert, firm and very sensitive as I soon found out. I ran my tongue along the curve of her firm breast I could hear her suddenly gasp. ‘Ahh’ I paused for a second. ‘You don’t have to stop.’ She said. ‘You just took me by surprise.’ I smiled to myself and continued to nuzzle her chest. I slid down a little further and took the button holding the top of her shirt together and undid it with my tongue. With the button out of the way I kissed my way back to Beth’s breasts. I had dreamed of.