Finally I just headed fro the door, Taylor was right behind me. 'David,' Taylor called, 'wait up man, we headed the same way.' I did not slow down, T...aylor caught up anyway and as we walked he said 'you're my bitch now so don't make a scene. We going over to my place and you gonna give up that sweet ass or regret not doing it.' I protested 'Taylor, you've got a sick mind and I ain't gonna be your bitch or anybody else bitch.' Taylor laughed and leaned closer and said 'I know about Charlie,. Her tiny firm ass was so cute being held by the skintight material. I slipped two fingers inside the waistband of her underwear peeling them off her, completely exposing her petite body. She sat there with a little scared look as I gazed upon her magnificent figure. This petite little thing is eighteen years old, I thought to myself?"You're beautiful, Kathie. Do you know that?" "You could have any man you would want." The compliments put her at ease. She took a deep breath and asked,"What do I. I am looking at him, Wayne. Tall and beautiful, so surreal. "How did it start?" she asks again. "It was one day when I was home alone. Dancing to the music from my cell phone. I felt someone staring at me, so I stopped and looked around. Saw no one, but I knew someone was there because I could feel it." He smiles at me lovingly, remembering that day with me. I close my eyes, not wanting to stare at him. "And then?" "It went on like that for a while," I say. "How long?" "Maybe a week or two," I. Of course I was interested in their bulges and their bare chests both smooth and hairy. I am happy now to recognise these feelings in me but at the time I would dare not utter a word to anyone about how excited I got when watching these matches and how much satisfaction I got later on fantasising about them. I would go for my bath at night with a pair of swim trunks and stand in front of the bathroom mirror flexing what muscles I had then and practicing the moves and holds, albeit all on my.