This man - this black haired boy with twinkling blue eyes makes her feel twelve years younger; he makes her laugh, blush and twitter like a twelve yea... old. He makes her want to pout her mouth and tease him for a kiss. He makes her check the hemline of her skirt ten times a minute to make sure it's not up to her waist.But Michael! Oh! Michael! Michael! Michael! Michael and the kids, Michael and his tireless work, Michael and his love, Michael and the sweet little things he does. Oh! Michael and. I won’t allow it. I forgot to lock my door, but that won’t happen again.” I open my door, holding it expectantly. Slowly my sister starts leaving, but she has to get in the last word. “Did you forget to lock your door or deep down do you really want this as much as me?” With that she struts out the door, shaking her ass the whole way. Before going back to bed I make sure to lock the door this time. Damnit! Now I had blue balls. As I lay there trying to finish myself off the only thing I could. I was what Mother called my “developing” which I knew Billy would notice right away. He was developing too, I was willing to bet. Differently, of course, but related.My friend Betty Sue and I kept track of our development. She got a brassiere before I did, but it was for her birthday, not because she needed one. They sell them at Woolworth’s.It took three trains to get to Colorado: Terre Haute to Chicago, Chicago to La Junta and La Junta to Pueblo. The first and the last were almost nothing:. ?Tell me, slut, when were you last fucked???Three weeks ago.??Who fucked you???An African guy I met at a party.??Of course! You love any cock, but have a weakness for black cocks. Why hasn’t he fucked you since???I don’t really know – maybe because he’s so young, and he’s very gentle and considerate.??I see. He doesn’t treat you as a slut. Is that why you came here? Because you know I do what I want to you, and you love that??As I asked I suddenly forced two fingers up Sara’s ass. She gasped.