All too often I was blamed for things that happened to me, while the architect of the event put on her most angelic face and escaped blameless.Aside...from gender, my own appearance is not really so different from that of my sisters, with a few notable exceptions. There is little doubt that we are closely related, but while they share Father's hair and eye color, I got Mother's. My hair is golden blond and I have medium-blue eyes. In some black & white pictures taken when I was very . . until puberty.I was twelve when modesty became the order of the day (How many years too late?), but Rachel and Jenny would not be denied. They just went secretive about it. I certainly wouldn't blab!The year I began high school, Rachel and Jenny (who had been exceptionally close to me in grade school) got panicky, but never revealed what we did at home. I was only going to be separated from them for six hours per weekday.In phys. ed. class, I finally learned about sperm, sex, and the. He was a good cummer, flooding my crotch with a good load. I could feel its warmth spread all over my crotch, in fact it acted like a lubricant, removing the frictional connection between out skins, his shaft fully inserted between y thighs, his bell-end ending up where I never intended, between my labia, rubbing my clitoris.If I pulled away to protect myself from insemination, he would be exposed, we both would, so I left him in there, as a new problem arose, all this teasing oiled my own. Emily found herself stroking a fully erect eight inch cock and she couldn’t get enough of looking at it and playing with it but she could tell she was wet and her interest turned to hiding the cock right in the middle of her pussy. Everett Fielding’s cock looked so strange to Emily attached to this little boy. It would be like seeing a one year old with a three inch cock but strange or not she wanted it.“You ready Everett Fielding?” Emily said knowing full well he was ready and would be any.