"Got you. It's all good. Get up you can shower first while I make breakfast." he said. "Sounds good. I don't have a change of clothes?" I said. "You'r...e the same size as me and you're like me now. Wear the skinny clothes haha. Check my closet and pick out what you like. You can even wear my boxers. I couldn't really give a fuck." he said. This is what I liked about him. He wasn't a lovey dover queen gay, he was just an emo that liked boys. "By the way I'm getting my lip pierced today wanna. “It started when David was thirteen and I was twelve. You hardly knew my father. He didn’t even come to our wedding because he was too drunk. Not only that, he beat us repeatedly: Mother, David, and me. He never seemed to need an excuse. Mother claimed it began when she became pregnant with David. Two months after David was born Mom was pregnant again.“Mom knew while in the hospital having me that this was what the rest of her life was going to be like. Pregnancies and beatings would be her. This time he really couldn’t keep his eyes off my now braless tits which were straining even harder against my vest, my nipples still erect from the hard pussy and ass fucking I had been given! As I got off of the bike in front of him I took a lot of care to lift my leg extra high and spread them extra wide to give him a really good view of my long pink pussy lips which were still wet and sticky. The look on the young lads face was priceless! We returned the bikes and he carried on staring at. I could fel my arse loosening with each thrust and suck on the poppers fag. After fucking me for a few minutes slowly I could feel his excitement building. He started to pick up pace. Pushing down on my thighs so I was almost bent in half he started to push more of his cock inside me. I took more poppers and started to enjoy and want more of it in me. I wanted him to fill me up and stretch me as much as he could. And stretch me he did. As his thrusts got stronger his cock got deeper. I looked.