“You... you won't hurt me, will you? I've eard that taking it in the ass can hurt. A lot.”He got up and went over to her bed, getting on it with h...r, and gave her a kiss on the mouth. She could feel the love he had her in it.“Lets go down for breakfast, and then to Mandy's” he said. “She can watch while take your ass and she won't be as scared to do the rest of it, okay?”“Sure, just remember, it goes pussy, ass and mouth with her.” Kayla said, repeating the order she wanted her best friend. I was getting very excited and horny as I told him; he tasted divine in a soft whisper. He smiled cheek to cheek and announced having many more servings for me of the same divine taste and quickly slipped his tongue back into my mouth. By now my hands were sliding gliding around Barry’s back and my fingers were sensing all the contours and curves of his young body. Our bodies were shaking, rubbing and there was a lot of electricity generated with skin on skin massage going through me. " Stafford put down his empty glass. "Whyte-Taylor was a senior boy at Winchester College when The Viscount Sidmouth, plain Henry Addington as he was in those days, arrived as a blubbing, sobbing, snotty nosed boy of eight. Henry became Timothy's 'bull boy' ... a sort of personal attendant ... who cleaned his boots, ironed his trousers, and ran errands and the like. Young boys fresh from the nursery are like catnip to a tom cat for those repressed males in colleges, but as Henry was under. “...On your, your, dick and your stuff,” he finally said. “What stuff?” I was still smiling and using the saccharine tone, managing to look a bit inquisitive. “Your...” I knew his mind was whirring. He was searching his memories for the polite word for the stuff he’d been choking on. I knew it was a memory he would not find. The only words I had the simulator program into the boy’s memory were idioms. He knew all the bad words for my stuff, but not one proper or polite word for.