She had painted me touching my boob! I know she’d made that part up – Mum had never, ever, ever seen me doing anything like that! Apart from anyth...ng else, my boob hasn’t even really started growing. Maybe she made the rest of it up too.Doubts attacked me like a buzzing cloud of wasps swarming inside my skull.I stood, peering into the mirror. It was still me. Still the same me, but at the same time it was a different me. It was the new me – the post-epiphany me! I peered into the mirror trying. “Well... I mean...”“It's going to go to waste,” I purred. “Don't you want to lick it all up while I break in your asshole? Wouldn't it be so hot to experience anal for the first time while licking up my cum? Who cares that my spunk's in pussy. You're not there to enjoy the pussy, just my cum.”“Yeah,” Wendy said slowly, her butt-cheeks clenching again. “You're right. I'm not.” I shivered as she bent over. I groaned as my cock slid through her crack. She leaned over, her hair falling. “Just. "It finally happened. They both came at the same time, clutching each other in a fit of passion and lust, their fluids mixing in her vagina. Michael's mouth was on her neck sucking her as she emitted an almost undetectable scream. He held her tight in his arms, as his flaccid penis slowly, slipped from her tight vagina."Noooo. Don't take it out yet." She whispered in his ear, her tongue following her words, reaming his ear in a feeble attempt to build Michael's excitement one more time. She was. Her skin looked so smooth, inviting. Her legs were fairly close together, just inches apart. I put my hands on the inside of her thighs and gently pushed out to get her to spread them further apart. With my hands on her hips I pulled her slightly towards me. I looked down; my cock was just an inch away from her pussy, maybe less. I wondered, no foreplay, would this be difficult, painful? The head of my cock pushing against the lips of her pussy and it was as though the lips parted for me. The.