One of the biggest rumors going around about this area of town said that whenever white people went through there after midnight, they would often end...up getting robbed or killed, UNLESS they were taken as prostitutes. Which local legend says included not only girls, but some guys too, who were made to dress like women and get fucked like women. Smaller guys mainly .Apparently, if one of the "Molson street locals" liked the white guy or gal, they'd **** him or her and then offer them a choice.. He wanted to get into her panties... and her pantyhose, bra, blouse, shoes, and skirt. Ronnie was a normal guy. He never felt strange or different. He grew up in suburbia playing baseball, swimming and hanging out with his boyhood friends. He got along well with all of them. As a kid he liked building blocks, trains, toy trucks and playing army. He was a good student, a good son, and a good human being. People said that his head was screwed on right. As he grew into a teen he hung around with. "Well, young lady, you got to show me some proper ID or I'll have to run you in for trespassing!"Julie smiled, immediately recognizing her old swimming buddy, Jack Williams, whose family were permanent residents on the Island. She hadn't seen him since the summer before last. She remembered the crush she had on the young 18 year old boy at a time when she was only 16 herself. Now she was a liberated 18 year old adult and he was an old man of 20. She blushed in the waning light as she remembered. Then I looked deeply into my mother's eyes as she rubbed her own cunt and urged me to get between her spread thighs. Mother's cunt looked different from Sierra's and I couldn't believe how delicious and exotic her cunt looked from this close. My insides were churning with excitement and lust as I moved closer to her inviting cunt. Mother put her hands on my arms and pressed her knees gently against my hips as if trying to pull me into her wet vagina. Her breath was heavy and full of sexual.