"He just fucking ate your jizz?" There was a note of disgust and amazement in the guy's voice. "That's fucking low, dude. Does he take it up the ass, ...oo?" Why do you think I just called him a pussyboy?" Jay said. "You want to try that end first?" Hell yeah!" Go for it then, b*o."I heard the sound of a zipper and a few more footsteps, then felt the weight of the guy settle behind me on the bed. I tried to turn my head just a bit to catch the guy's reflection in the mirror, but Jay held my head. I thought she would want details or something. But, it was like she had asked if my softball game had gone all right. I did not sleep as well as I normally did.I awoke the next morning a little tired. I got ready and kissed Kim good-bye. She was awake with me, and offered to go with me for whatever moral support or distraction she could offer. But, I thought bringing two girls would be too much. One, I could say, was my out of town cousin and she was hanging with me for the morning. But, if. Freddie wouldn't ever do anything wrong. You know that. Does this feel bad? Here, let me show you something." Fred's hand was inside her shorts now and his fingers were lifting the edge of her panties. She could feel his fingers rubbing up and down on her pussy lips. She was a little afraid because her body was doing things that seemed to be naughty. She didn't know. Fred wouldn't do anything bad. Would he? All she really knew was that she liked it. She liked it a lot. "Oh, Fred, that feels. She may have bloomed late, but she had most definitely bloomed.Henry couldn't help but notice the way her body filled out the old pair of sweats she had picked from her room to wear around the house. The once loose-fitting gym pants now clung tightly to her roundly-attentive butt and dipping curves. Her old cotton t-shirt also protruded more than Henry seemed to remember it having once done as the swell of her chest reminded him of the way Mackenzie's mother had looked they'd first met in.