”so a few minutes later my sister gets home and asks if her friend Amber, who is also 15, can have a sleepover. (you know the girl with the sexy...feet ive never gotten to see or smell.) so thinking, i should be able to get lucky this time, i told her,”ya she can come over but remember the rules, shoes off at the door. just cuz mom isn’t here doesn’t mean we can be slobs.”which i really didn’t care about the rules. i just wanted to have some time with those. "Yes, sir," said the man in the suit, "the small lad with the long fair hair that..." Ok, Ok - I can see who you mean, yes, he's a natural on the ball all right, bit skinny though, needs to put on a bit of weight." Michael Owen's not all that big," said the suited man, "about the same size I would say, just watch him shift." Yes, I see what you mean. Go back to the car, leave me here alone, it's less conspicuous." He did as was suggested leaving the T-shirt to walk slowly round the pitch. Some of the girls were pretty, some other indifferent, a lot of them ugly. What was astonishing to me, was the flirtatious nature of them, the politeness and the silly giggles. I was not in the mood for sex, but I bet I could have gone back with at least a couple of them. As my partners in crime were indulging in the spoils of love, a transvestite dressed in a killer miniskirt sat close to me. That she was a transvestite was obvious, although she had a killer body, and the miniskirt tight on. He then started thrusting himself in and out so fast and hard, I yelped. I was his toy, his little fuck doll, and I loved it. His brutal thrusting made me peak again very quickly. It felt so good and was so intense that my back arched as I moved against him, moaning. He dropped down while still thrusting and pulled a pillow down form my head to under my back, making sure I stay arched. He was fucking me so hard my breasts flailed wildly. His hand came down onto one, holding it in place as he.