She was perfect, and she would only get better as she fully matured. I got in my car and put the keys in the ignition, but I didnt start it up. I wai...ed. I waited until I saw Mandy come out with her mother and sister. I watched those amazing thick thighs, not a hint of flab, but a muscular jiggle of her rounded stems as she walked. Her breasts seemed like they would tip her over, they were so large on her otherwise small frame. The girl was all thigh and tits. Amazing. I watched them get into. I mean... Was it true? Were they? Have they? Really?It was only the reasonable explanation!Greg was shouting:"He's a queer!"Troy admitted it:"Yes."And Ronnie said:"And so am I."Jack couldn't believe this! Yes, yes, yes, yes!He found the nerve, and came out:"Uh, me too."Greg:"What the fuck? You fags! Get the fuck out of my house!"Ronnie stood up:"Come on, guys. Let's leave Mr. Macho man alone. He needs to jack off thinking about our cocks." Yeah, you faggots, get out of here! There's no place. No one in town had shown any interest in a big commercial mixer. The last time my father had it displayed in the front of the store, he was trying to sell it for fifteen dollars. No one had been interested then, so he had moved it to the back room where we stored things that we couldn't sell.People sometimes came by looking to buy stuff cheaply, hoping to take it somewhere else to sell. My father was planning to sell the mixer for five dollars the next time some buyer came through our town.I. . to finish what we... what we were doing." "That's insane." She makes no reply, helplessly removing the rest of her clothing. "Over to the bed," he says, and she complies. She stands at the corner of her mattress, supporting herself on it by her hands. She is to be beaten til she screams. And she intends to scream, but not from the beating. As the blows begin to rain down on her legs and buttocks, she whimpers and hisses, but never cries, never yells. She does,.