Tyler smiled and told her:“You know you still have to drink my cum like a good white slave” “I’ll do whatever you want if you just fuck me” ...She sobbed crying.The black bastard got on top of her and started to inch his massive black rod into her wet hole. Anita leaned up and licked the sweat off his chest as he pushed his pole further in. She was responding like a whore in heat…Tyler pushed his cock all the way in and Anita let out a scream, a scream of pleasure I had never heard. As he pulled. "No," she said again.The fog over my brain cleared, finally understanding what she was saying. "What? Why?" Because this," she said, looking down at her pussy, "doesn't belong to you. Not anymore."My mind reeled as if I'd been slapped, but my hard-on raged. I shouted at her, "Who does it belong to, then? Lee? Or one of the other ones? Maybe that pretty boy who isn't interested in you really but came round to pity fuck you a few times?!" I wanted my voice to come out deep, booming, roaring. But. But Jeff was an older boy whose voice had deepened recently. He lived in the double next door, and Ken saw his balls too -- right through the wall, sometimes.Ken had just turned 13 and noticed some changes in himself. Whenever one of the older girls spoke, he felt a tingle of something different. When she giggled he sometimes felt a surge of tenderness for her. He had a heightened sense of smell like most blind people and often got subtle odors from others. Now he realized that girls smelled. M. I usually ran about a mile this time of night, so that is what I did. As I ran, I forgot about the little incident that I had with my sister. When I returned home, I went into my room and prepared for my nightly shower. When I was finished with my shower and after looking at my nice body in the mirror, I walked into my room naked as I usually did. When I came through the door, I saw Megan sitting on my bed. What the Hell are you doing in here, Megan, I shouted in anger. I just wanted to.