The appalling, viscous fluid escapes in small gushes as he pulls out, squishing sloshes fill the air as he pounds inside.Everything hurts, the pain is...unbearable, but I must endure, I have no choice. He just keeps fucking me. Hammering away, he strikes his cock deep inside. I hate him, I haven’t seen his face, the mask hides it, but still, I hate his guts. I want him dead.I have to escape, I must get away from here. The snow is falling, big fluffy wet flakes. They drift this direction, ride up. She is only staff, not family, and lowly born at that. But more than that, she knows how much John truly cares for her, how well he thinks of her. She’s certain he meant no harm in his comment.Anna’s face softens, a genial smile coming to her lips. “I know. You’re right,” she accepts, trying to rid the boy of his guilt.“I didn’t mean anything by it, Anna,” he apologizes, shoulders low and expression glum.She reaches a hand out to him till he stands before her. With a gentle squeeze of his arm,. The girl has become a statue again standing bare in the middle of his bedroom, bent forward with her hands on her knees, so that her ample muscular bottom sticks out an invitation. She is looking in his direction but her eyes are unseeing again. Ouan eventually catches on. He fumbles with his zip and drops his pants. He throws off his shirt, worried as usual about his extra flaps of fat as he waddles forward. At her bottom, he is in a terrible hurry, shoving and first missing then. I was in awe as the veryfeminine feeling as the garment compressed my waist like a giant hug. AsI smoothed it over me, I realized that I needed to get out of there soonor one of my family members might wander in and wonder what I was doing.PubertyI grew up in suburbia, a normal American boy. Played basketball,football, golf, tennis, etc. with my friends. Being raised in a middleclass, suburban neighborhood, we had lots of other kids our age we knewand played together. But once we started.