I don’t even remember seeing Michele at the beginning of the summer. There were no girls my age in our neighborhood, and most of the girls’ mama�...s told them not to play with me, because my mama was not a good lady. I didn’t care, I liked playing simple games with Bobby. It was the 24th of July the day that my life changed. Michele was actually home all day. Jimmy was gone some where and Bobby and I were playing catch with a baseball in the front yard. I could see Michele watching out of his. She squelches her chubby pussy onto my face! I’m drowning in cunt. Then I feel it. I’ve had girls massage my prostate before while they sucked my cock, but fear made my asshole pucker! Resist! But no, the slippery head of Didi’s ladylike pecker penetrated my puckered little hole! The pressure! My cock engorges with bl00d! Why am I so fucking hard! I feel pre-cum start to course through my shaft as Didi’s hot cock fills my rectum, my asshole clenched tight! So many hands on my ass. “Girls!”. He spent a year excused from music class because he never knew what octave his voice would jump to when he sang. By the time he was twelve, that had been settled, but in spite of a sonorous bass voice that seemed out of place for his slight body, he couldn’t carry a tune, let alone a harmony line. Classmates nicknamed him “Radio” because no matter what he said, it sounded like he was announcing it over the air waves. The voice had done as much as his grades in getting him into college and. "Jennifer looked as if she had won the lottery. She quickly grabbed my wrist, sat on the edge of the tub and pulled me over her knees. She reached around and pulled my penis down and trapped it between her thighs. She began by rubbing my ass lightly. "You've been very naughty and even if you did clean up your mess, it should never had been problem in the first place. Your wife has been too easy on you but we will work on being better won't we?"Before I could respond her hand fell upon my butt.