Wendy classified them as mind numbing, earth shattering, seeing stars in her eyes, well practically black out climaxes. They were just amazing. He... just had that one thing, that cleanliness thing that he was such a stickler about. But she supposed that all in all it was a small thing and one she could usually deal with without too much effort. Bill insisted that everything be neat, organized and above all clean. This actually suited Wendy’s view of the world too. It’s just that she. Susan gathered her nerves, and then took one of the boxes in her arms. Slowly she wrestled it up the steps of the ladder and into the attic. Climbing up behind it, she found a space of exposed insulation, cobwebs and wooden beams. A plank walkway (or crawlway, since there wasn’t enough room to stand up completely), had been constructed over several of the beams. Once she was up she found there was at least a little light filtering in through decorative windows.As she shoved the boxes further. He entered a few minutes later and immediatly walked up to me and kissed me deeply.His hands were all over my ass and chest.He then turned me around and had both of his hands allover my breasts as his hard cock was grinding into my ass.I leaned my ass back harder into him ashe dry humped my ass.We then went over to the bed and I had him sit on the edge and I took off hispants and his cock sprang out.I knelt in front of him and sucked his cock and licked his balls. I ran my tongue up and down. Frankly, things were a lot tougher in the boys locker room -- being a cheerleader was the next thing to being queer, and Lou caught his share of shit. What made it worse was the fact that he WANTED to look... Lou didn't think that queer -- or gay, or whatever you called it when you weren't saying nasty things about it -- described him. There was more to it -- a LOT more. Stupid stuff, like the horrible things guys wore -- girls had a LOT better taste... Ed's comment that morning had pointed.