One jerk even ran a book on it. "I'll back him out before Midnight" he screamed. "I'll back him in" Cried another, then there was a flurry of betting... activity, with people betting "in" or "out", all happening in front of me. The bet was simple I go in the toilet/bathroom at 8 and stay till 12, if I leave early I lose.They nearly got me though, I'd serviced all the guys by 11.30 when the loud mouthed bookie and a young punk who gave me a hard time earlier, arrived. The little prick spat on me a. " How does this make me lucky? I'm a teenager too, you know."She thumped me on the chest with her fist, then rubbed her flattened hand over the spot she'd just hit."Yeah, you are. But because of who you are, you've been isolated. Not because you wanted it that way, but there just didn't seem to be any other way for you. So you don't have any friends to be worried about. You've always figured everyone hated you or at the least disliked you. You aren't afraid in that way like everyone else is.". ” His parents had no understanding but plenty of acceptance. Brett told me, “Understanding is seriously over-rated. Acceptance is what is important.” Brett had never had a boyfriend and had never experienced what he called love. He had sex with a couple of guys who came out to him, and on a camping trip spent an entire day in a sleeping bag with another guy. He knew what he was, but only had a little more experience in his realm than I did in mine. Later that day Jack moved the homophobe to. With more firmness now I began lavishing your pussy with swipes of my lips and tongue. Your hands, never leaving my head, were gripping and at my hair. Through your soft panting I heard you beg me to put my fingers into you. I felt your increasing intensity as I pressed first one, then two fingers into you. Your excited pussy easily lubricated my searching fingers. With you breathless and urging me on I found your most sensitive inner spot. I felt you responding as I continued my lust filled.