I don't know whether it was anger at myself, pain, shame, or just the simple fact that someone was here who cared about me enough to really see the co...ndition I was in.“Oh, sweety. Don't cry. My god, you've done a good job of it.”“You don't know the half of it.”“I would give you a cuddle but I somehow think that wouldn't be great right now.”I half laughed and half sobbed. I felt ridiculous and I knew I looked a mess. Just to add insult to injury I was now pretty sure I had snot on my face. Way. I just did it. I just turned to face him before any conscious decision was made. "You're a great swimmer." Thanks. You too."He was about to say something else when he stopped. His mouth agape, he starred at my small naked, dick. His face broke into a big, cheesy grin. "But, Christ, you've got yourself... one... tiny... dick." Bull stood there hands on hips, looking at me. I looked down at his cock. It was the biggest I'd ever seen in the flesh. It was huge like him; thick, heavy and long below. I was really flexible, so I could get my legs open all the way, and a couple of boys seemed to like what I did. No matter what I did though, I could not get more than a smile from Mr. Lopez. I wished I was my mom, so I could get any man I wanted. Checking out the other girls in class made me feel alot better. I kept looking through the website and saw various other videos, including the one from my moms b-day. I wasnt sure what was going on, why the videos were on the internet, but I didnt. She always found fault with whomever I brought home. Once I understood I often went underground with girls, simply not bringing them home. Initially I avoided introducing Gillian. Mother softened when she saw that we were serious but I tended to see her on my own. The need to work in London was a godsend for her as she had me to herself again.I’d said I would be back in the afternoon on Sunday but was back much later because of my mutual masturbation with Gillian and the excitement over the.