Once inside I had to wait some minute to let my eyes get used to the dim light. She was standing panting in front of me. Her tits were pumping up and ...own, and I could almost HEAR her heart beating fast.“ask for it” I said calmlyShe didn’t say a word, so I slapped her face to wake her up.“Oh!!” was all she could say, so I raised my hand again, which opened her up…“please Sir, fuck me” she said, not sure what I wanted….but that was not what I wanted to hear, that was kind of cheap. Said thousend. However, it seemed my dick was perpetually hard as all twelve year old boys are. And I could not stop thinking about sex: in the classroom, on the paper route, doing my homework, I was a wreck. I was constantly playing with my dick and sticking things in my ass. You name it, it went up there. Broomsticks, the handle from the toilet plunger, little action figures (that really hurt!!), my mom’s turkey baster filled with hot water, I even sat on top of the washing machine and jerked my dick while. You’ll have to plan a long weekend in DC just to capture our girlfriends there.” Em broke off what she was saying to hold her hand out and look at the ring on her finger.“It’s so different from what I imagined it would be,” Donna said, admiring her own ring.“May I?” Sophie asked. She took my hand and slipped the ring on my finger. The rings weren’t all the same. We’d gone on a buying expedition earlier in the week after everyone had expressed their style preference. By and large, the rings were. Do you think you can just jump out of bed as though nothing had happened?" I really didn't realise how weak I was," I managed to reply to her chide."Just sit at the table and I will bring your food to you," she went on. Now she was mothering me. Before my illness she avoided me like the plague.As I sat at the table my attention was drawn to my Calendar Stick which had been kept during my illness as seen by the fresh notches cut into it. "Who has been recording the days, I see my Calendar stick.