Chris had grown up with his mother; his parents had divorced shortly afterhis birth and his father had moved across the country, and was only a distan...presence in his life. His mother had been bitterly disappointed in givingbirth to a boy, having longed for a girl. So she did the next best thing,keeping Chris in dresses, leaving his blonde hair long, buying him dolls toplay with.As Chris grew a little older, he found he loved to go shopping with hismother; he looked forward to helping her in. But I knew one thing, I wasn'tgoing to read another Freda the Spy book. No fucking way. Hearing Daniand Lindsey heading my way to collect the book the girl wanted, I duckedinto the young adult section, and then round the back into the mainlibrary.It was a delight just to be in there, surrounded by all the proper bookswith their proper covers, not the lurid pastel covered rubbish I had toput up with. I was in row with true crime books to my right andpolitical books to my left, neither which. His cock slid between my thighs, pressing his warmth against my lower lips. Having gotten this far, they were well lathered in more than one way even though he had not touched them.Then he kissed me, and my entire world stopped turning as I suddenly came.The entry ritual, all of the teasing he has done to me before and during the shower, his hands on my breasts, his cock nestled against my aching pussy and then his tongue against mine. It was all too much for a girl to take. Between the. Bu' a starr has mair mass, an' mair grravi'y, than almos' anything else. If we gae away frrom i' th'grravi'y pulls agin us, hol's us back, slows us doon. On th' pas' trrips i' didna ma'err, ye had plen'y o' time. Noo we mus' ge' t'worrm speed as fas' as we may orr we'll be frried by th' nova, ye see, so 'tis imporr'an' to use th'grravi'y t' help us, no' hinder us."That silenced them all momentarily. Then Igwanda posed the obvious question, albeit in a considerably less aggressive tone."Do you.