My story: In the beginningI wanted so bad to look all grown up, I would slip into my older sisters halter top dress, which was a size too big to wear,...but here in my room I could imagine myself wearing it outside and men looking at me in that way that men do when they want you bad so bad.The daytime heat was oppressive, lying here on my couch, in bobby socks and cut-off denim skirt, bare breasted, oh how I wish I had bigger boobs to tantalise men to touch me, my eyes and ears filled with the. . "SERGEANT!" the prostitute replied. She took hold of the policewoman's hand and pulled Rebecca closer."... WHAT?" whispered the brunette police officer... "PLEASE, " Sergeant Rebecca O'Grady protested, "I'M A POLICEWOMAN, MISS?" YES..." purred the 'convicted' prostitute."NO!" Rebecca gasped. She had caught the prostitute in a 'compromising position'... "SARGE..." the woman whispered. "I'M GOING TO 'CUM' ALL OVER THAT POLICE-SHIRT!"Rebecca hesitated. The uniformed policewoman had been caught. He was, once again, surprised at her ability to take it so deep, WITHOUT gagging. He didn't wonder for long, though. He was much too busy enjoying what she was doing to him. She raised up to kiss him on the lips, again,putting everything into it she could get. She DID truly love him. She had missed him every second he was gone. Eight long, lonely years, 7 months, and six days. She had all but counted the seconds. He was such a part of her very being that it was miserable being away from him.. Well the play was a sucess and after the final curtin we where all back stage still in costumes mingeling with parents and friends.My best friends Mother and his Uncle came up to congratulate me on how good a girl I made on stage.My friends Uncle whos name was Bill chatted to me for some time, I said to him that I must go and get changed, to which he said that as I made such a good looking girl, perhaps Id like to be his girl for the rest of the evening, and I could change later on,as he said.