Tracey had always liked cock. OK! She wasn't too keen on cock when it was thrust in her when she didn't want it. But cock as a whole was fucking magic.... She didn't mind too much what pathetic individual was on the other end of the cock. She liked the taste of it. She liked it inside her. She liked it when the cock exploded in all that come, which might drip out of her twat, or seep through the gaps in her clasped fist round a cock, or get spat out of her mouth. It was cock. It was cock up her. Are you ready to begin?” she asked. “More than you know,” I gushed, knowing my cock was already at full mast inside my boxers. “Okay, then,” she continued, “take off your boxers and sit down in front of me, between my legs. Sit real close but don’t touch me.” Within seconds the boxers were gone and I was sitting on the floor between her legs, dangerously close to her pussy. Then the verbal assault began. “Look at my pussy; see how wet it is?” “Yes, ma’am.” “Can you smell it?” she teased. . .. making me my favorite foods and letting me have my way if I got stubborn and pigheaded (like all teenagers tend to get). But by New Years she got over whatever had softened her up and she went back to being the hard as nails mother I had always known and I stopped being able to get away with much of anything.Isabeau. She's four years older than I am and along with Ivan had been my first and most personal tormentors. But where Ivan was mostly a straightforward bully (using brute strength and. Like we have to stand in front of theurinal, and we have to hold our dicks in our hands to direct the stream,and we have to be careful not to get any of the pee on our hands or ourclothes, and then we have to shake off the last few drops of pee. I wasthinking about it the other day and it just seems so much, well, more"efficient" the way that girls do it - just squat down on the toilet andpee. So lately I've been doing that - just acting like a girl andsquatting down whenever I have to pee. And.