Every Wednesday and Saturday was push-up and sit up day. At the age of six my father started building my upper body strength. It was a game to give me...two buckets of sand one for each hand, then my father with time me to see how long I can hold the buckets keeping my arms straight and my body in a T formation.When I entered middle school, I was encouraged to go out for cross-country running. I am physically fit. When the Boob Fairy hit my chest with her magic wand, my upper body muscles and. We were face to face. Toe to toe. His face was now almost white as a sheet.“Don’t you fucking EVER call me that. In fact you will NEVER call me anything other than my name. No missy, no sweet cheeks, no sugar tits, no sweetheart, NOTHING! Samantha is my name and you call me that from now on”He looks visibly shocked and I can’t believe what I’m doing. He’s always been a chauvinistic little bastard who struck fear into everyone in the office, and here I was ripping strips off him. My heart starts. It started many convesations on summer nights when everyone left to do their own thing (he was a little heavy and was the target of teasing so he was alone many nightsecame closer)It eventually leaded to him showing me nudie magazines and telling me what he'd like to do with each girl. I loved hearing his fantasies. When I got hot I took out my dick and although I was just turning 11 I shot a nice load about 4-5 fet in length! He would just rub his dick through his pants and cum in his. "What the hell is this?" he asked."This is getting-even-time, Harmon," I told him "But I've still got a few licks coming." What for? I didn't make a massacre out of you!" Didn't you?" Hell, no! I wrapped you up real quick and let you sleep it off down in the garage." How about the two guys you sent around to take care of me later?"Harmon was blinking at me as he sat up. The back of his right forearm slid across his upper lip, and it came away, striped a brilliant red. Finally he said, "I don't.