When she got to her apartment, she was so sad, angry and confused, she dropped her things on the couch and headed straight for the shower, in which sh...e took a hasty shower and then dried off, then headed straight for her bed, in which she started to cry herself to sleep when she felt a hand touch her face and a man’s voice say, ‘It’s all right, Shana, I am here’ as his hand traveled to her neck where he proceeded to push her hair off it and gently kiss it. ‘Bret, why aren’t you with your. "Is it supposed to hurt so much when I do it?" he asked. "Have you been doing it very long?" "A couple months now, I guess." "Can I see your cock?" His eyes, which were turned shyly down to the floor, suddenly looked over at me A long whle passed before he finally pulled the draw string of his pajama pants which sent them down his legs and into a soft bundle around his feet. Instinctively his hands moved over his penis. I gently parted his hands. The penis dangled there between his legs,. ” A murmur of agreement sounded throughout the room, and almost every item of clothing in Tristan’s room moved slightly in agreement with the socks and track pants. They too had been fed up for months over their wearer’s behavior.“That’s it,” the track pants said, “We’re putting a stop to this today!” The pants uncrossed their legs, stepping onto the floor and got up off the chair. They jumped up onto Tristan’s bed and straddled the hungover youth, their legs resting on either side of his upper. She had to accept that she really find no interest in boys at all. The only person who had every really managed to get her dripping was her sister, and as messed up as that sounded, she wanted her. She would spend hours at night just watching her sister, sometimes while she slept, sometimes while she was on the laptop when her parents thought she was asleep, and once, she had seen Clarissa masturbate. It was the hottest thing she had ever seen and she almost climaxed on the spot herself.