At first she didn’t get too high but each time she went from my knee to my ass she went a little higher and as she got close to my ass did it slower.... The first time her fingers brushed against my balls she whispered “excuse me”. I didn’t reply! I guess that was a sign for her because a few times after that she began “accidentally” brushing them more and more. My cock really began to stir and I could feel it stretching out and down the sheet exposing more and more each time she brushed my balls.. Gradually it took shape, but it was an expensive business and five months after we started, the extension was complete. Furnishing the rooms had left both me and Cathy completely cleaned out. I'd had a few thousand of my own, but it had all gone as Cathy's had too, but all the lad's paid up on time at the end of the week and we were in the clear. All we had left to do was to knock through into the existing, and the whole job was done."We've done it," I shouted to the world as the last man. Had she been able to think about things calmly, she might have realized that she was deep in the midst of adolescent growth, even though she had technically been an adult for years. That adolescent rush forward is usually controlled, at least to some extent, by the conventions of society. While many teenagers “have sex,” there isn’t one of them who doesn’t know that they shouldn’t be “having sex.” It’s one of those things that’s built into the tangled structure of “dos” and “don’ts” that weaves. No thought for me or my satisfaction, just getting Brittany off. But that wasn’t the worst. ‘She began taking me to bars that catered to the lesbian BDSM crowd where my body was the price of admission. ‘After one late night when we got back to her place I was raw, bleeding and bruised from my treatment at the hands of her ‘friends’. I said to myself that was enough, and I left the next day. ‘I went back to my parents house and begged them to let me stay long enough to get back on my feet. And.