He is 3 years older. I dont give a fuck. But, Id fuck him no matter what. Btw, Im going to write a quick wizard of oz sex story. Also a new Aiden is I...go to my bedroom. Sex is in my head. I look over, to see no one in my bed. I slide off my pants with a winch of my waist. My shirt tug over my face. The tinge around my breasts slowly leave. No one is here for me to please. I lay down my hand trace down. My fingers tickle all around. I moan my lovers name. The movements go insane. My finger. Among the throngs who come, there is a small spot blessed with my afterbirth. Soon after my birth, our house was demolished and we moved and continued to jump about to low rent, rural, semi-abandoned houses as three siblings were added to my older brother and me, all boys. Once in rent arrears due to penury distress, we hastily packed our few belongings and moved at night.In 1963, when I was thirteen, we finally settled in San Jose, off Story Road, east of Highway 101, in a vast, low-cost. God my memory was turning to shit lately!"This wanton little slut had on lace-top stockings and a red suspender belt, with four suspenders" he tells me, flexing the little whip."Oh shit!" I think to myself, fearing the worst."Yes, and red, see-through, mesh panties with tie-up sides. Real whore’s gear they were saying, and who can blame them, eh? Some little slut flashing those at you over the copier? What are they meant to think?" Oh Master no!" I beg, clasping my hands together in front of me. "Damn it."Linsey asks, "What's wrong, Mark?" I put two quarters in, pressed start, and the damn thing went off." Strange." She crouches and reaches in between the machines, flips thepower strip off and then back on again. The screens on the machinesflicker to life again and Linsey rises to her feet, "That should fixit."The screen comes to life again and displays a man with various options."This isn't Marvel Vs. Capcom 2."Linsey studies the screen, "Hey, cool you can design your own fighter.".