“I keep a scrapbook of the articles about my brothers. Don’t you cut out articles about yourself from your hockey games?”“No I haven’t, but ...om does. I didn’t think of it that much, although I’ll admit I enjoy seeing my name in the newspaper.”“I will start keeping a scrapbook on you now and backdate it as far back as I can. You know what one of my favourite dreams is? That someday you, Pete, and Derek play for the same hockey team.”“And your first dream is?”“My first dream is in two parts, for. My face went red and then I run to my room.In the middle of the night, some muffled sounds woke me up. I got up from the bed and opened the door. I heard Laura was getting fucked hard, as she moaned with pleasure. I wondered if she was still wearing those sexy black stockings I saw in her earlier.I moved over closer to their room, trying to make no sounds. The door was open and I could sneak inside from the alleyway.Laura was there, facing the ceiling with her legs spread open on the bed; her. I have a terrible desire to cry. Marylou is disfiguring me, her will is taking away from me a part of my beauty for which I am admired: my hair, my hair, my hair, I sob, shaking with my tears.I can't take it anymore, I know what's coming, I lean my forehead, my face against her chest and instinctively I take one of her nipples and start sucking it like a baby who wants protection from the world. The machine buzzes louder and louder, its noise tormenting my ears like in a sound hell as I feel it. I looked down and saw that I was absolutely covered with cum - more than I had ever seen in my life. I actually felt a little bit from that first burst dripping out of my snatch. I didn’t care though. I lost my virginity in the most pleasurable experience of my life. Paul grabbed a t-shirt off the floor and gave it to me to wipe myself down. “Paul - I can’t stay but let me put your number in my phone. This is going to be a regular thing.” I told him, smiling. I got dressed, but left my.