Even then she would cry and I never get to finish. Anyway I picked Jasmina up by the thighs and positioned her so her feet were on two chairs. I held ...her breasts firmly holding her back to my chest. It was the perfect height. Her cock bouncing around as mine slammed in and out of her asshole. I could see her reflection in the wall mirror. She stared at me through the mirror. Moaning. I watch as her flopping cock squirted all over. Yes daddy I’m cumming she gasped. My cock was massaging her. I just turned 18 and graduated that June from Geronimo H.S. at the very top of my class. I played varsity football and varsity baseball but was not good enough for any of the pro scouts that hovered around the fields of play. I was fortunate enough to get a free ride in the State University by playing the native Indian card with the State boards.One of my special interests was to sample the sexual favors of each and every female member of the cheerleading and the spirit squads. I had been. Maybe four years.” She took a deep breath. “I OD’d on horse in Alameda. I died twice in the ambulance, but woke up in the hospital. The guys I was riding with took off and I wasn’t sure what I was going to do. One of the nurses kept staring at me. The day I was supposed to be released she came in on her day off with her hair up in a topknot ponytail and asked if I remembered her.“Horse? I don’t remember you using heroin.”“Things change.” Her voice grated iron for a second. “Anyway, she asked if. Not that she was doing anything…I was just a little embarrassed. One day after my chores. I went to the creek for a time to relax. I stripped down and soaked in the creek to cool down a little…then I layed on the grassy bank to relax. The warm sun felt good, and I relaxed, half dozing for a half hour or so. My cock began to twitch, then throb. I stroked it gently, then a little harder. I t felt good…very good. I stroked a little harder….then harder, until I knew I couldn’t stop. My body.