Unlike other boys who suggested, "Let’s do it," or "I want to fuck you," here was this beautiful man telling me he wanted to love me.Pulling him to ...me I said, “Oh, Brian, yes. ”As he kissed me I felt his hand on my thigh. His touch caused my heart to race. I opened my legs hoping that he would accept the invitation to explore further up under my skirt. I ached with desire for him to feel the warmth and wetness between my legs. To feel my craving for him.He gasped as I placed my hand on his. I forgot all about the conversation we were just having a minute ago. Something about seeing his 6’3 athletic frame looking down at me…instant moisture. A part of me wants to say no, a very small part. But I quickly shut that part up. He’s too good to give up. “Chrissy, I don’t know what’s going to happen with us. We’ve already crossed the line.” He takes my face in his hands and kisses me very softly. I get tingly down there. “We both know there’s no going back.” I wrap my arms around him and. He said he would like to try sucking me to see if he could get me to cum, and I said that was fine, and asked if I could suck him too. He opened the couch into a bed. We got into a 69 position and started sucking each other. His cock was a thick eight inches, and I loved eating his precum and feeling his pubes in my face as i deep throated him. He sucked my cock hard and fast and fingered my ass as he sucked me. He stopped me from sucking him because he didn't want to cum, and he went on. She was psychologicallyvery depressed and had to see a psychologist. The psychologist told meto keep my hair in the girlish way because my mom's mind was sodisturbed that she could commit suicide if she saw me with short hairthinking that the girl (me) with long hair is dead (i.e. a boyishlooking me in short hair) means that her childhood is nonexistent andshe is non-existent and is a living dead. So I had to keep my hair longand girlish for my mom's sake.I hated being treated like a girl in.