How stupid I was then huh?There were other experiences, like my cousin who i had fucked him his bedroom floor spent the night with me, we were in my b...d playing something. I don't remember what, but he got on hard and I touched it. He took it out and I held it. I asked if I could suck it, but he said no.I don't know why i wanted to suck it. I NEVER sucked a dick before, so the very idea doesn't make sense now to me.But I do remember his dick. We were in our teens, and he had a long dick. It was. This is going to be a new him, a new Derek. No more shyness or anything like that.He walks straight past the secretary without a second glance and walks straight into the office. He doesn’t even bother to knock.Then he instantly regrets doing it.He stops short, taking only two steps into the office. He pushes up his black plastic glasses and then it hits him like a punch in the gut. He finds it suddenly hard to breathe and he can feel his face turning bright red.“Did you suddenly forget how to. The beachball grew smaller. Its skin growing loose against my hands that were pressing against it. As the skin of the big beachball finally collapsed into a lifeless husk on top of me, I found my hands now rest- ing on a huge dome-shaped bulge, my new ballooned up belly. I moved the lifeless shell of beachball away and laid there running my little hands over and over my expanded tummy. My suit had contained my new blossoming well. “Mommy, look at that pregnant lady.” I turned my. I didn't move. Go ahead? He was telling someone to fuck me. Fuck me. Not touch, kiss, look at, he said fuck me. Worst of all, I wasn't moving. I was going to let it happen. Just like that, just standing there. I didn't even look to see who it was. I was frozen in spot. The one thing I knew, my pussy was wet. I heard the zipper behind me. I could've looked. I didn't. Something about not looking made me feel even dirtier. I stayed bent over waiting for his cock to enter me. I was going to be.