My choices left where auto mechanics or weights? I hate cars. There is no way I was going to get dirty taking a boring broken car apart and putting it... back together. So my only choice was weights. Dear lord what have I gotten myself into????So next semester I signed up for weights. The second I walked into the classroom I started my hunt. Which guy was going to be my first? Which one was going to pop my cherry? I walked up and down the aisles of weights. Most of the guys had their shirts on but. As I manoeuvred my body upward on the bed, John’s eyes lit up.“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked.“Sure,” I once more replied.“You’re not very convincing,” he uttered, mischievously.“What do you mean?” I asked, totally puzzled.“Well, a proper invitation would be nice,” John said with a chuckle.“Huh?” I asked, totally confused.With a laugh, he then said, “If you hold your legs back and let your pink pucker wink at me, then I’ll consider that a proper inducement.”As we both giggled, my legs. I had a job concentrating on my work that morning, but finally it was nearly 1pm, so I went into the bathroom and had a shower and right on 1 o’clock I walked next door. I knew from experience that any clothes I wore would be ripped off in the first 5 seconds, so I was just wearing a pair of shorts and some sandals. Her front door was open, and I walked in, but as soon as I was in, Sandy was behind me with her hands on my eyes.“Stand still, don’t turn round!” she said quickly, and immediately. But my time is near," she said, becoming quieter with every word. She strained to smile, and even managed to reach out and hold the young boy's hand comfortingly."When will you be back, momma," the boy asked."I love you Charlie, I will always love you," she said, becoming quieter and quieter, until the last words were barely even audible. Her eyes closed, and her grip on the young boy's small hand loosened. Charlie squeezed it harder."Momma? Momma? Speak to me momma," the young boy said.He.