He grins and says good. He steps back around behind me and I can feel his hands part my cheeks. I hear him sound like hes hacking up for a moment then... feel wetness on my soon to be deflowered asshole. A moment later I feel something pushing at it and into it, wondering if this is it. Given how little pain there is (and there is pain), and looking back at him, I realize its just a finger, readying me for what Im about to endure. Maybe 30 seconds of having his finger in my ass, another tiny. He too had a hard on and our cocks clashed. We mumbled in our confusion. He went to his room while I went in and relieved myself in the dark. It was two nights later when I again rolled out of bed and made my way in the dark to the bathroom in a sleepy stupor. After relieving myself, I walked out of the bathroom and my cock slapped against another cock. This time I stood there in the dimly lit hallway. Slap! Again a cock crossed swords with mine. My enraged cock grew harder and I swung my hips. .aahhhahah aur phi usne mara short utar diy aur mere lund ko sahlane lagi jo phale hi si ek khada loha ki rod ki tarah tha aur usne mera lund mu me la liya aur lollipop ki tarah choose lagi mujh to jannat mil gayi ma pagal ho gaya choos Sali randi choose mere lund ko choos bhosdi wali kitne muth mare ha tere naam ke choose randi chinal choot marani choose aur phir mane uska peticot uthkar dekha usneKuch bhi nahi pahan rakkha tha kya bhosda tha jhanto se bhara jue aur mane uske dane ko choose na. Are your parents really going to let you drive?" I never asked them. I guess they will, especially if Kate comes back. My mom works, and she hardly drives her car, except to work and back home. If I could drive, she'd probably have me drop her off at the studio, and then pick her up at night. She used to do that with my father, but he stopped driving her. He said it was easier just to get her her own car. I don't think she really likes to drive." After what happened to Denise, and that time.