Anita Abshire

the evening meal. I dare not look at it and managed to just about control myself while we ate, thankfully a young boys second love after permanently yearning for some kind of sex. My father was on nightshift and mother was to visit the cinema with a friend so I was packed off back upstairs to finish my home work, no chance! the book was soon open. I savoured the moment, thrilled as I just looked at the cover as I slowly undressed, imagining that all the lovelies were watching my every move. My meat was stiff and pointing to the ceiling as