The kids in my school made fun of me, pulled off my wig, teased me and called me names. I lashed out the only way I knew, and began getting into fight... nearly every day. My parents decided that rather than try to fight, it would be best if we all just moved to a place where I could start over." I learned how to conceal my condition, and had a chance to get people to know me before they found out about it. When they did, it didn't seem to matter anymore."We were still sitting next to each other. .." You heard me. We have a lot of injured people here. Please move on."Pat could see that the situation was hopeless. As he joined the frantic crowd on the sidewalk, he forced himself to think about a new plan. If he could not return to his hotel room, he would have to find some other way to get out of his clothes and get into something presentable. Then, he could ride out the crisis until things returned to normal.Mentally, Pat inventoried the contents of his purse. Hotel room key, lipstick,. 'Maybe it was sin,' she thought, remembering all her erotic and dirty sexual acts with men who gave her the banging of a lifetime and her desperate fucking when she would get horny. 'That pain and pleasure she enjoyed, was it destroying her life?' she thought. She had a bachelors degree, but she hadn’t found a job yet so she had time to be curious. Maybe she should visit the church and wash her sins away. She thought maybe that she could improve what life was giving her, or at least hope. With each of her moans I become more and more aroused. My cock is straining in its cage, trying ever so hard to stand erect. Her intoxicatingly sweet aroma pushes me deeper in frustration as my tongue probes her hole. She rhythmically thrusts her hips in time with my tongue licking her lips. She interrupts, "you need to clean my ass too".Without hesitation, I reposition myself between her legs and remove her pants. I hold her legs in the air while I lick her ass. "Inside too", she commands.I.