She wrapped her legs around me and I was soon buried inside of her hot thighs. Her arms went around my back and dug in as she pushed her eager body up... to receive me deeper inside of her. Sweat was pouring off of both of our bodies as we began grinding against each other.Susan moaned as I began fucking her in earnest. I looked down at her face and saw her mouth wide open from the sexual excitement that had captured her mind. She was a true picture of wanton lust. I plunged my mouth down on hers. My confidence had returned. I had a couple of semi-serious girlfriends but nothing too serious. Despite being one hundred percent heterosexual to the outside world, I still enjoyed dressing up in sexy underwear and exploring my bisexual tendencies. I’d even given myself a new feminine name – Anna. None of the women I dated were important enough to me to share my other side with. So I was resigned to the fact that I’d stay single and keep Anna in the closet.In the mean time, Doug was living the. The numbers, the statistics, the images of the casualties in hospital wards, bodies dumped on streets, lovers who passed away in each others arms on a secluded hilltop in rural Arkansas. These things engulfed his brain like a hammer against sheet metal, constantly clanking in his head until he was numb. Numb from the pain. Numb from the guilt. Numb from feeling. Just memory. That remained vivid, although – as Collin would muse with a certain amount of clinical detachment – suspect at times.. This story is really about me when I was (11+1) years old. Please enjoy :) A few days later at school Matt told me to meet him at the church storage room. After we went in there he locked the door and said he had a surprise. He had taken a Hustler magazine that he took from his dad. We sat in there looking at the pictures, within seconds we were both hard. He told me to show him my cock and I did. I was nervous and excited all at the same time. He began by pulling my foreskin back, he just.