"Why was he calling them tits?" The fist graze of his nipplesestablished why. He'd do anything to feel this again and again and again.When he finally ...broke off, he stuck his fingers deep in his wet pussy. Hepistoned his fingers in and out until he finally came. He had to admit,this was better than any orgasm he'd ever experienced as a guy. No wonderwomen loved it so much.Of course, after the first orgasm he had to experience it again and againand again. By the time he was finally exhausted, it. She had to have seen my hard-on protruding, though what was poking at my pants nothing compared to the piece of meat that kid had. It had a large bulbous head on it and looked like it was more than a fist full for her. Before long I had given up the indifference routine and just locked on her staring as her hand kept pumping harder and faster, all the while that cock of his looked like it was getting bigger still. This went on for maybe three minutes and I happened to notice we were getting. And to spectate on humanity?s strange little jokes. We went through downtown?all six by six blocks of it?up the hill and headed north on Tenth street. Then my master made the quick hidden turn off into Oakwood cemetery. One of the most amazing cemeteries I have ever seen, one of Troy?s high spots. My master slowed down to accommodate the potholed roads and then the dirt paths that comprise the routes through the large cemetery. It is amazingly beautiful, and old, started in 1850. The car. " Oh."Lucky me. I was madly in lust with a teenage girl whose mother was keen to hire investigators. I renewed my commitment to control myself. I smiled, which I'm sure seemed inappropriate to her. This was no big deal, I told myself. So, I found the girl pretty -- So what? That was perfectly natural. She was on the cusp of becoming a woman. This was a very beautiful part of her life. It wasn't like I would actually do anything to her. I mean, I liked girls, but I wasn't a monster."Sorry," I.