I would visit on occasions but not for sex . I had never been entered by My Sexual Abuser as he only fucked My Virginal Ass Cheeks like They were Brea...t and would Cum Quickly on My Back and Ass Cheeks . They would all go downstairs for dinner and Spanish TV for hours and I would tell them I was going upstairs to read but what I did was I would search their rooms and closets for anything interesting and Rocky would follow Me . One day I entered a room used for storage and I opened a dresser draw. So we didn’t see each other as much during high school. One of us always had a game or a practice. I asked her if she wanted to go to the junior prom but her mother told her she was too young so I took another girl. My senior year I didn’t go, when Charly told me Mike Hagan asked her and she said yes. I was going to ask her but never got around to it. She did tell me she had a nice time until Mike tried to kiss her and she had to set him straight. She didn’t tell me what she did but it made me. They had a few beers and I thought I smelled weed, and they were really cute. Chris reached out his hand and we shook, but I was sure to hold on for a bit longer. Steve said, “Chris didn’t believe the show I saw today, and wanted to see how close our balconys are” “Its true, Chris! It was unplanned but fun.” He slowly nodded as he said that he likes those kinds of surprises, and leaned back to show off his great body. We all started flirting. Asking where we worked out? What we did to. Those things... to your own mother!” “But Mom, you wanted it!” “That's completely irrelevant, Gerald. If you had any respect for me as your mother, you wouldn't have... done those things. As she spoke, Madeline's hand drifted back toward her bottom. “Is this about the ass-fucking, Mom? Because if that's what bugs you, we don't have to do that any more--” “Gerald!” Madeline barked, her face reddening. She took a breath before continuing in a controlled voice. “You see what I mean, Gerald? You.