‘The little-girl pictures – my first mom, the one who gave birth to me, took them. She kept them in a scrapbook when she was dying of cancer. The ...thers – a lot of them are with Aunt Linda. She’s a family friend, she helped raise me until my dad and my mom got married, and we’re all still close. She’s a Lieutenant on the Narcotics Task Force.’ Oh, my God, thought the senior Gibsons. Linda had had affairs – as close to love affairs as you could get – with both of them. Nobody had ever. She was sharing a stall there. I’d worshipped Her since 1999 and by 2006 I’d sent Her 1000s of worship sheets, poems, stories, mag covers. We had also exchanged many emails and by that time She knew every detail of my worship. I never dreamed I’d actually see Her for real, be allowed into Her presence. As a life-long girl-worshipping wanker it was always my dream to worship personally, but the thought I could actually meet up with a beautiful glamorous model was beyond ridiculous – what girl. I was drunk and in such a horny mood. It was a fantasy then," she said. I slid her body down, lifted her knees into the air, and pulled her thong off her body. I caught the scent of her pussy, it was intoxicating. It was calling me. She was really wet and turned on, I just knew. She grabbed her thong from my hand and put it to her face inhaling. She made me do the same. As I leaned in to do so, I felt her hand grab the head of my cock and guide me to her pussy. She rubbed the head on her clit a. ...I'M SPEECHLESS!!! FUCKING SISSY COCKSUCKING FAGGOT!!!!" those last words rang in my ears as she stormed out and I finally came to my senses! Anthony was freaking out saying how sorry he was and getting dressed (funny because I remember now he put his pants on over Rachels panties! lol) and I just stood there spellbound! As he left he told me to call him later and let him know what happened. I took the panties off and got dressed and toll off in my car looking for Rachel (this was around the.