You nearly fainted from the explosion of pleasure,gasping for air, unaware that such sensation could possibly exist.Whimpering, you rub like a wild th...ing at the bump, eyes bulging, on theverge of blacking out.The word 'clitoris' pops into your mind, but is ignored.As you pump away, squealing like a shameless whore, loudly smacking yourlips, an image suddenly appears, unbidden.A huge, throbbing, hairy cock.You smack your lips louder still and give a little whimper between yoursqueals.Boys, big. "I like it. Not having to shave must be a bonus?" I suppose so, but my body hair is now thinning. I'm just worried aboutwhen the bigger changes start to show," he replied."I am too. I want to make love to you while you're still a boy," shesaid. "So, are you going to tell your parents?" Thats something else. I'm not going to be the one to tell them. This iswhat my female self reckons. She reckons they'll find out soon. Youwon't tell them?" Of course I won't tell them. Its your job, I would have. As she steadied herself with her hands on the bonnet, her shades continued to conceal her eyes, but I could tell only too well by the rest of her face how far gone Holly was. I trained the camera on her through the windscreen, capturing the shifts of her facial muscles as she was penetrated from behind.Were her eyes open or closed? It didn’t matter. I could imagine her eyes only too well, gleaming as the men took turns fucking her. How could this have happened? How could I not have understood. This emboldened Rob to stare at her body even more. It is hard enough for an eighteen-year-old boy-man to control his cock from hardening, let alone when confronted by a woman in her sexual prime sunning herself in a skimpy black bikini. The young man was mowing a row of grass next to Ronnie’s white picket fence when she turned and called out to him. He couldn’t hear her voice over the roar of the mower. Rob stopped pushing the mower, reached down and cut the engine by pulling the contact wire.