Meanwhile, Christine began to cry as she remembered her boyhoodexperiences. "What have I done to myself?" she cried. She looked at herhands, her arm..., her face, and her body looking for anything thatreminded her of her boyhood self. She looked over to a box never opened."Don't open the box!" Fear said alarmed.Christine opened the box and found an old photo album. "This is bad,"Anger realized.Joy found Sadness out in the open near the memory pit where forgottenmemories disappear forever. . She, like I, watched intently as the lean young man on the bed pumped his smooth, slender cock. "Oh babe, babe, oh fuck, aaah!" at that, with continued vigorous pumps, Tony came. A first squirt splashed across his wrist, a second, bigger load shooting up to his chest. He threw his head back, the shock of his very essence surging forth and spilling over his belly, more cum flowing from him. With his spare hand I saw him grip the sheets, his toes tightly curled, his legs out straight in one. I don't want to hear it. I want you to show me. Do for me what you would have done for him.”I turn and throw my arms around him, kissing him passionately while I move my legs to straddle his; rubbing my hot mound against his leg, relishing the feeling of the rough denim against my aching clit as our tongues dance together. Stepping back, I start unbuttoning his shirt, kissing and licking the hard flesh beneath. When I reach his waist, I slowly undo his pants, making sure to rub his hard cock as. He had some young daughters in middle school. “You know, it’s going to happen to you, too. You’ve got three girls! What happens when they decide to become cheerleaders and date football players?”“Shut up, Reaper, or you’ll be doing laps, too!” he groused.I just laughed and got out of the line of fire.Monday morning it just got crazier. Our separation of the team into the offensive thugs and the defensive goons got out, and everybody on the team was being called a thug or a goon. At lunch the.