As many as 36 hours ever weekend for the nextfour to eight weekends. I think I only remember about 5%of what really happened to me over what could hav... been months.I'm remembering more now. I had a friend I used to stopby and see, years later I stayed with him and he told me hewas bi-sexual. I think he may have had sex with me when I gotdrunk and passed out on my bed in the basement. I do rememberwaking up without any pants on but still had shirt and sockson. This was only 16 years ago. I can. Sally was equally stunning; her dress was red, tight-fitting and shimmered in the light as it was dotted with tiny crystals. It finished midway down her thigh, her legs were bare, and she had finished off the look with a pair of strappy high heeled sandals.We all jumped in the car and headed into the city centre where we visited a number of bars throughout the evening. A couple of brave men would approach the girls when I was at the bar or had gone to the toileta but they were quickly rebuffed. “Your cock feels so good, keep going.”He started to slide it back out and then in again. Very slowly, he started to fuck me. Slowly then a bit faster, as his cock was pushing a little deeper into me each time. I was moaning and groaning heavily now. Louder and louder as he kept fucking me harder and hard. Each time I felt his cock push all the way in, I unleashed a deep moan.I could feel every inch of his rock hard cock, ever movement as it moved around inside of me. It was the most amazing. He skipped one grade, then another. By the time Frank got to high school, most of his much older classmates shunned the skinny nerd with perfect grades. Frank responded by focusing even more on his studies.His admission to an Ivy League school at fifteen was a cause for intense pride in his aging parents. To Frank himself, the college was a shock. No longer a star pupil, he was now surrounded by new freshmen just as bright, many of them also child prodigies with impressive scores and.