When she said she had to leave I was so sad that maybe it would be the last I’d ever see her. But to my luck, my mom told to drop her off at her hou...se and told me to get some stuff from my old house. I happily agreed and took my bike and waited as she beds goodbye to my parents. She got on in sideways position and set her one hand on my thighs, my tool became rock brick hard and luckily she didn’t notice. It was a 10 mins ride and the road was a damaged one, I took advantage of that but all of. As I got older I would wear my older sisters panties and skirts when no one was home and dance around the house. It wasn't until my junior year in highschool I had my first gay sexual experience and loved it even know I was extremely inexperienced. Now I'm nineteen and very experienced but still very much in the closet when one afternoon I went to my friend Ryan's house, I have always have had a thing for him and had many fantasies about sucking his cock and having him fuck the hell out of me. He needed women and only women to validate what hid beyond the number of his name, and yet he had to pay for this validation with women by paying them through the money he made from a job he neither liked nor disliked, with women of his choosing who neither attracted him nor repelled him. And if he couldn’t buy a woman on any given night of the week, especially when alone and sitting in his room, then perhaps this validation would somehow fall from the sky, as though he had waited patiently for. "Then and only then was Trisha able to f***e her eyes from the mammoth,succulent breasts within easy reach of her mouth to look higher and see thegirls face. Her mouth dropped open again when she saw the resemblance toMs. Tarp."Uh, sure, we can take her," Trisha said as she swallowed the pool of droolthat had formed in the back of her throat. "I'm Trisha," she said as sheextended her hand, "and this is Barb." Hi girls. I'm Jane," she said shaking their hands."Well come on, let's go," Trisha.