She looked like a dream – like a centerfold – a Penthouse Pet. And the way she could fuck? And suck! Yes, she was blonde. But was she really? A l...ttle too blonde to be real. Oh well, I’ve known lots of bottle blondes. She could make a guy lose his mind. She sure made me lose my mind. Without any warning, not even the slightest hint that Brad could think of, she was gone. That bitch took everything of value she could pack. My watches, my class ring, my camera, even the pre-Civil War gold coin. Then her hand slowly slid down his chest. It lightly slid down his belly and brushed up against the front of his pants. She felt the huge bulge inside and squeezed.Bryant kept massaging the slut’s ass. She, for her part, rubbed the bulge in the front of his pants. She pressed down on his cock, then grabbed its length and squeezed his prickshaft in her hand. She lightly brushed her fingers along its entire length, sending tingles of good feeling running through the teacher’s body. His prick. Just knock if you need anything.”She said anything in an odd sort of way. She smiled as I held her hand while she stepped up into the buggy.“I’m Joss Wayward, Amelia ... Uh – anything – did you say?” I couldn’t help but lean close and whisper. I was trying to be bolder like Mrs. McIntyre told me, but I was scared as hell at the same time.“Yes... Anything—Joss—ANYTHING AT ALL, “ She whispered to me with her face so close to mine, I could feel her breath on my cheek. She was patting my hand and. .. misty, as her flood gates opened. She was dying to tell someone, and uncle Martin was as close a male relative as she had to confide.Over the course of the next hour, Misty opened her heart to Martin, telling him of her failed dates, the pawing, the blow jobs, the premature ejaculations, the gay encounters, and then finally, even her desperate attempt to seduce her older brother, who totally rejected her!"You can't blame Mickey," Martin said, referring to Misty's brother. "He's the one boy.