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My name is Mark. I'm a high school senior, just under six feet tall, with dark blonde hair that develops light blonde highlights in the summer. I have an athletic build, and dark blue eyes. I've always been a little underwhelming, second string on the football team and basketball team, always come in second in track, and second trumpet indian in the closeup school band. I maintain average grades in all my classes, putting me somewhere in the middle of my class in overall all scholarship. It's frustrating, I work hard, try hard, play hard, and never quite come out on top. My folks are average people, in their forties, drive eleven-year-old vehicles, live in a thirty-year-old house with fourteen years left on the mortgage. My sister, Candice, Candy to her friends, is two years younger than I am and as popular as I am desi plain. She had no problems finding dates for Friday or Saturday nights, while I had a habit of asking girls who had just said yes to some other guy. We would have had a younger brother, but he was stillborn and his mother couldn't have any more babies after that. Totally unremarkable, that's me. Friday morning, after a pussy hard rain, mom asked me to check the 'wet spot' in the basement, a place in the foundation wall that sometimes showed a little seepage after wet weather. In the basement, unfinished, with a dirt floor, I made my way to the back corner. I caught a glint of reflection from the wall in the beam from my flashlight. Dad was going to be pissed, wet walls encouraged the growth of mold, and he hated spraying the chemicals used to keep it in check. Closer, the shiny area took on a pale pinkish cast, not normal for wet walls. You stand in front of me totally nude, my eyes dart all over your body not able closeup to figure out what they want to look at next, your beautiful breasts or your shaved pussy. One more condition guys, each time that we stop somewhere one of you is going to have to rub some sunblock on me. If any part of indian me is going to go red then it mustn’t be because of sunburn.” “No way Ann, I’m having too much fun!” You’re going to fuck me “Are you coming back to bed mister? I could feel her boobs against my chest tight but was still loosing the hardness I had for the entire time. Because you will never touch Mom that way desi again. Charles was mesmerized by what he was doing and felt good when his own erection was aching. Kate felt her nether region start to go damp. I had so much power in it. Her body shuddered under him, her eyes flinched shut. My mindset finally changed when I realized I didn’t need a significant other to get off. The handbill had been correct—they were lovely. I helped Mrs Johns clear up afterwards pussy and then she took me into the lounge where Mr Johns was once again in his armchair. Would you like for me to set-up an interview with either one or both?” Unfortunately stupid people are not always the same as without talent with weapons. “What the fuuuck…” Kyle groaned, trying to look away but finding his eyes were glued to the screen. She rubbed me through my pants again and I was hard as a rock, of course, "I can't believe how horny I am being so gross! I felt a little guilty about trying to enslave him, but I couldn’t pass up on the opportunity.