Your hands made their way into my hair, holding my head, as your hips started to move, slowly at first, filling my mouth with your hard cock. My own h...nds fell to my heavy breasts, holding them, teasing the nipples, and I watched your smile broaden as you watched me. You increased your movements, fucking my mouth harder and faster. Then, you started to slowly push me backwards, until I found myself lying on the floor with you straddling my face. You picked up the pace, using my mouth, while. “Is it sore?” I asked. “No but it’s really sensitive.” “Well let’s see…” I said, dropping to my knees between her open thighs, more excited than I could remember. I lowered my face to her groin. “CB? What are you doing down there?” “Shhh. I just want to help,” I purred, extending my tongue in the way I knew she enjoyed. “But I’ve got to stay clean, CB. I’ve got to... Oooooh that’s nice!” And with that I began to tongue her newly hairless vulva, amazed at its soft smoothness, the knowledge that. " I said as I approached. "The poor lad is just admiring your beauty, as I do." Once I was in the saddle I let the boy give Spark a stroke along the cheek, it earned me a smile from the boy and a flip of the tail from Spark. I went out of my way, as usual after leaving the market, to ride by the Seacroft Stables. Pleasant had been right about enjoying it. I did it almost every day.I had a few hours before evening meal, so after getting Spark brushed out and fed and in her stall, I took my staff. The bedroom is situated with a wardrobe, a small desk for my laptop, the mirror infront of me, aswell as my holy grail the queen-sized bed taking up much of the space inside the room.As I look at myself in the mirror I can't help but look at my most apparent feature; my height. I've always been one of the shortest guys ever since pre-school and with my scrawny and quite feminine build I've also been the subject of bullying as far back as I can remember. Enrolling into middle-school didn't help.