'Why?'the only thing I could think of. 'Why did she have to die giving her sonlife?' I remember when we met Jacob. She had tendered the sheep thatd...ay; I was at home weaving. I knew Rachel was smitten with love thatday, but so was I. He was so handsome, those strong muscles. And thatjovial smile. I longed to have him hold me. I would have settled for akiss, a touch, but I also knew Rachel wanted the same. My legs barelyheld me up. My stomach did flip-flops. I knew then I wanted to have. I kept bobbing up and down, wanting to please him, needing to finish this, wanting his cum so badly.Tell me what you want, he demanded again. Tell me what you need.Reluctantly, I pulled his fat head out of my mouth. Plese, please, give it to me, give me your cum. I went back to sucking that dick like it was saving my life. He was oozing sweet precum, and I could not get enough. He was grunting and thrusting into my willing, hot mouth. He was getting close, he pushed my head all the way down. . I was always large with thick shoulders and thighs. I played a ton of sports, usually being better than all of the boys my age, and liked to keep my hair cut short. Because of that once everyone hit puberty it didn't take too long for me to start hearing the insults. I was a dyke, a lez, a queer, a butch, a bull. The same boys I played sports with growing up all of a sudden turning on me just because I wanted to do the same thing with girls they wanted to do. Deep down, I think I know it's. M. When I entered thehouse my Stepmother was there but I didn't see Pete, I asked her if hehad shown up and she said, "Yeah, he's here, I told him he could waitfor you anywhere in the house, I guess he got bored and eventually wentinto the basement, he's down there right now." Me and Pete played ping-pong in the basement for hours. I had an old Nintendo system in thebasement and after playing ping-pong we started to play old games likeMario Brothers. For a few relaxing hours I felt like a kid.