The door to Lee’s bedroom was open. I didn’t go in. I never went in. It seemed a step too far. I looked at the bed and the wardrobe and the line o...f books on the windowsill and I leaned against the doorframe and imagined him walking around.I sighed and went back downstairs. The windows were wide open and an ice-cream van jangled loud and inconsiderate as it trundled noisily down the street. Ellie looked up, instantly hopeful. Lee had a no junk food policy but I figured ice cream contained milk. - Look what you did, boy! You disgusting little bitch, lick it up like the white pig you areMy head was pushed down on the floor. I started to lick it, but it was disgusting and only made me gag and puke more. I was dragged up with my hair again on the couch. While being held down with stomach on the couch, my ass was whipped with hands and belts. I usually like being spanked, but this was clearly a punishment as they never gave me a time to recover and hit hard until I was screaming. They. For a few moments, we simply just knelt there holding each other, revelling in the other's bareness. It was glorious. He pulled me up so were standing, still kissing and still in each other's arms. Our hands wandered everywhere as my tits felt the fabulousness of being squashed against his chest and my stomach reverberated with the most amazing convulsions of sexual want as he pushed his swollen, very hard load deeply into my softness. His bum felt wonderful as my hands cupped, grasped and. He sent me an instant message just to say hello. He introduced himself as John, and said he was from the same area as me, and we discovered he was actually only a few miles away from me in the next town.There was a mystery about him, or at least I felt there was. Perhaps it was because I had never seen his face, perhaps it was because he was someone I might have met on the street and didn't even know it.We ended up talking every night. After about two months he asked if I wanted to meet him. I.