.. so I didn't really know him. One night we saw each other at anS&M party and reconnected. Of course I date mostly women and Dan likesmostly sissies...so we never became an item so to speak, but we have beento a number of gatherings and have become good friends. Ahh here weare."We are at the entrance of a dance wear store. Karen goes right to town,buzzing along grabbing a number of items. Sports bras, tights, bicycleshorts, leotards... both of us so laden she heads to the cash register.So far. Soon Marge opened up her legs wide enough so that I could see her bright green spandex shorts. I took a picture. Soon after that Desiree opened up her legs so that I could see her bright pink spandex shorts. I took another picture. From there the girls used the swing set, the teeter tauter, and the marry-go-round. They sat on benches, climbed rope ladders, and even crawled through big plastic tubes while I photographed their stuffed pussies.On the way home Desiree told Marge that she had almost. . nothing!" she sobbed, looking up at him with big innocent little-girl eyes. Oh God! She knew who he was. He was Coleen's Dad. It was Mr. Mahoney and he went to her church."Don't tell me you were doing nothing!" thundered Peter. "I saw you with that boy... You two were fucking, weren't you?" Oh, p... please, Mr. Mahoney, don't tell anybody... I'll be in loads of trouble if anyone finds out!" the girl pleaded.Peter noticed that the girl had a soft, almost lisping accent. Her timid voice made. I stumbled twice on the way to my room, but Jennifer kept me upright. She opened my door and helped me to the bed. I lay down, and the tears finally started. There was no sound. No screaming or throwing things, no hysterics, just a steady flow of tears. My rage would catch up with me later. For now, I was dominated with grief, pain, and loss. I looked up at my best friend and sister-in-law’s face. ‘He really loved you, you know,’ I said to her at last. ‘More than anything, he wanted to protect.