I wiped the spit off my cheek on the back of my hand, looking at it dribble down to my wrist. Then I slapped her with a back hand across her cheek. No...more games u fucking slut, do as I tell you Slap again just for good measure. Her cheek turning a dark shade of red in the rough shape of a hand, my wedding ring leaving a raised ridge where it made contact with her cheek bone. Utter shock captured in her facial expression. I pulled her head back and leant down for a kiss, this time met with no. At the mall, grown men ogled me up and down when I was just thirteen!Showing plenty of midriff, wearing the tightest pants imaginable, and talking a good game made me very popular among the not yet initiated boys in junior high school, and I used them like disposable tissues!When I got to high school, things changed for the worse, not because I didn't have the 'stuff' anymore, but because there were plenty of girls that WOULD go all the way, and the volume of competition got dramatically. Deepa was a little weak in studies and sat with me late into the evening completing her assignments. We often sat in study cum bedroom where I used to teach her twice/thrice a week. When she leaned forward I could see her breasts. She leaned forward as often as possible and I had soaring pulse most of the time. I had great difficulty controlling my breathing and erection.An opportunity presented itself so beautifully. There was a death in the family and Jaya had to rush to her hometown. As. Killer came out of the stall in the dress. She wantedto laugh and Killer knew it, so to put her at ease he did.Erin forgot that Eddie was long gone and said, "Eddie quit that, it isnot funny. You should be able to wear a dress if you want."Killer forgot that he was not Eddie anymore said, "Sis it is fine tolaugh, I know I look like I am not in my skin. We are not laughing at mein a dress, it is at how I am a fish out of water right now."After Erin laughed Killer started to laugh again and he.