.Miss January 1989, Fawna McLaren...I think I nearly wore her out, or was it the other way around?). The one thing my mother had asked was that I make...sure that the first time I went "all the way" with a girl, that I do so out of love, not out of lust. She explained to me how that simple act of respect (for both myself and for the "lucky girl" as she put it) would teach me a lot about love for years afterwards.About a week after school ended the weather really began to heat up. We lived within. As she took a draw from her cigarette I instantly got a hard on. It didn't show much because I'm only five inches but I could definitely feel the thong tightening around my cock.She had me stand in front of her and made me pull my boxers down, I thought about pulling the thongs down with them to save some embarrassment but changed my mind at the last second. So there I stood in front of her in a really tiny red thong with a hard on that wasn't big enough to even poke out the top. She let out a. Then, poor Sandy got bent over the garbage cans down in the basement by some undocumented dayworkers on a quiet Saturday morning and she was out of commission for anything of a sexual nature until she got the proper counseling from a psychologist provided by the apartment owners tenant compensation committee to help her return to normal attitudes about going outside her rental unit and actually talking to human males about various subjects that normal people talk about when time is not a. In the withdrawal of your craved drug, your moans have long turned into whimpers, approval has turned to plead, affirmation to begging for mercy—only fueling my nefarious self-satisfaction and my need to enslave you to the merciless torment I inflict upon you.Deciding you have gone through the ordeal long enough, I finally guide my attention to the erect button that prominently pokes out of its protective embedding, thirsting to be mauled by my fangs too.Your facial features relax as you.