She had given me that curious look when she spoke about my cock. Anal sex “Well, let’s just say that there’s no shame in having your penis mistaken for a King Cock.” She gave me a curious look and then left. Tabatha was flicking through a magazine, clearly oblivious to the fact that she was exposed. I reached out to quickly grab the waist band at either side and stretched it out and down at the same time. A few minutes later, Tabatha knocked on my bedroom door. I wanted to feel her warm wet tongue on my frenulum. Before I had time to process the fleeting image of her nakedness, it was gone. Mum and Tabatha’s bedrooms were at the front of the house and, in my naivety, I assumed that my back-yard romps in the middle of the night would go unnoticed. It was a kind of pleasurable torture that I endured and sometimes enjoyed, despite the lack of relief. Her night shirt had caught on the stool and pulled in a way that bared her whole left thigh.
