When I got undressed, they were all gone. I even made up for the previous evening. I had been too sore to do anything but hold them.As we did the chor...s Sunday, we tried to come up with an answer. Why did the place only affect me? It had no effect on them, whatsoever. What exactly did it do? Was there a correlation between my size, and that place? More importantly, would I continue to get bigger, if I kept going there? There was no denying the fact that the bruises and aches didn't go away that. Very yucky.”“Well, sexual desire or lust can turn a man’s brain against itself. Like some kind of autoimmune disease, a fever that shuts down reason or propriety or decorum or politeness. The need to address that lust almost feels like it’s out of your control, it’s making you do things or say things. You can feel yourself sprouting a tail and horns, but you can’t stop it.”“But you controlled it. Seemed so, anyway.”“Sort of. Not entirely. I got a little loose with my limbs there on the train,. Now me and my sister didnt know what to do because we had both toyed with the idea of telling mom ourselves but didnt have the courage or know how to go about it.We gave our ideas out loud while fucking each other over the hour and agreed on a plan. The next friday mom had booked a day off from work to relax and me and my sister went upstairs and dad said he had a surprise for her but to wait downstairs. What was actually going on was me and my sister lay down in our parents room and did a 69. At nineteen, she, and everyone else they knew was still wondering why they hadn’t gotten together. They had been thick as thieves since grade school; no two friends were ever closer. Billy had even made it his job to make sure any boys she dated were good to her. She’d heard that he had beat one of her dates, her date to the senior prom, to a bloody pulp because he had found out what the asshole had planned. I am going to push him today, she thought. Billy was excited that Sally had called.
Read MoreRelated Videos
