In my mouth. In my pussy. In my ass. Every day. Morning, noon or night. I loved it. We just never spoke of it. There were no secret looks. We didn't s...nuggle or giggle together. And, unless we had the house to ourselves, we hardly made a sound. If we suspected anyone was within earshot, we never said things like, "Want me spread my legs for you, Daddy?" Or "Your daddy's gonna fuck that ass now. Get on your knees." Or "Shove that dick in me, daddy! Cum in your little girl. Give me your cum. Fill. Always I left a few moments before Jamil but when I'd turned the corner of the cul-de-sac and out of sight of our houses, I waited for him to catch up and we walked together and even talked a little, mainly about schoolwork.My parents found out sometime in October. Rain poured down as we ran home from school and I dashed inside and before I closed the door, saw Jamil running along his drive but by then I was inside. Half an hour later, when I looked out of my bedroom window, Jamil sat huddled. Many things flashed through my mind at that moment. Paul was a good friend and roommate and I didn't want to lose him as a friend. My dick was hard, and I liked having it sucked. I slid my shorts down to my ankles and my cock sprung out. Paul got onto his knees in front of me.Paul looked nervous, "this is just one friend helping another" he justified out loud to himself. I was unsure who was helping who. My only friend in town was about to take my dick in his mouth. He reached out and grasped. " Bags yes. First you buy shoulder bag, I have all your money in mine andam scared I will lose it."That was the signal; we split into two groups' Paul with Maeve, April andDiane, Maria with Barbara and me under her wing. Before us layChichester going about its daily business blissfully unaware that thelocal economy, well the ladies clothing section anyway, was in for aboost.My first port of call was an ATM, I had my cards but if I tried to usethem, there would be problems, a woman using a.