“When you jack-off at night, do you usually think about boys or girls?” How the hell did he know what I did to myself at night? It took her a moment to stand, but she finally did with a, “Humph!” I knew was full of meaning. Sex “When you jack-off at night, do you usually think about boys or girls?” How the hell did he know what I did to myself at night? Then Greta let out a big laugh and under her laughter she said, “Your little stud’s a cock-sucking fruit. It was early, but I wasn’t going to make any waves. I had to look up. And if you absolutely can’t stand it anymore, go ahead, but try not to do it that much, especially later in the week. Nothing could have been worse. It all started one night at dinner, a few weeks before my twelfth birthday. I had to look up. At least they didn’t talk about it around me. Not one single person was hurt in the production of this story. There were a couple with guys and girls together, hardcore stuff, I’d never seen anything like it before. I mean, it shocked me. The room took-up half of the basement (or so I thought), the other half was used for storage and there was also a large
