I started imagining my hands on his big dick, Samantha’s hands… For years, I’d been quietly, secretly taking my sisters and mothers clothes. And in no time his soft stroking resumed. mission accomplished? Sometimes that’s short for Samuel, A slight young man, trim and clean, round soft features and full lips framed with shoulder length brown hair and bright green eyes. He walked right up to me his hand went to my chest and he pushed me back on the sink. “Me too, just try not to make a mess, it’ll make our room stink.” I said. “That’s right.” He barked, “I’m a senior and I’ve got real work to do, keep it down or I’ll make your life hard.”
“Sure thing,” I said. He was about my height but somewhat muscular and fit. I walked to the bathroom and went through the anteroom where the sinks and urinals were, past the toilet stalls around a corner to the showers. They would doll me up and put make up on me and cute little shoes and lacy socks,
