"Yeah." "Every day?" "Yeah." "It must be very frustrating, Henry. On one hand, a boy your age is equipped with a penis that stiffen... easily at the slightest provocation, that would like nothing better than to be rammed deep inside a tight, willing cunt. On the other hand, how can you know what to do with a willing pussy without special tutoring? Have you ever really seen a naked pussy, Henry?" "No." "That must very frustrating." Margaret smiled, stroking his. Maybe a good idea that you and Erik-Jan go there together." Where should we go?", asked Erik-Jan, who had come to stand next to us. "Your father thought it would be a good idea if we would go to Doc Jonathan for some information and maybe some tests. I know he's good at guiding guys like us.", I said. "But we only do that if you want to...", I continued.While talking a little we walked to Erik-Jan's room . And were congratulated on the stairs by his older brother and younger sister. "Still. "She stood, trembled in fear, the room made more ominous by its darkness, the dim bulb barely lighting strange-shaped objects covered in some thick material. She caught her reflection in the mirror on the far wall, so large it took up almost the entire area. She heard a click and then the room was bathed in the brightness of ceiling lights. Another click and a spotlight shone down on her from above. She looked up, barely making out another covered object directly over her head. Headmaster. It was just a matter of time before fantasy would dull reality creating the false sense of courage it would take. And she imagined would take more than a little bit of courage. Cynthia smiled as the camera flashed. She sat on the bed, her legs together to the camera side. She had been working on the right picture for two weeks... at first the make up didn’t take with the lighting in her room. Then the angle of the camera made her butt look huge. She took many pictures experimenting with.