" Dad, I am a girl! I'm as close to being a girl as I can get, and Inever want to be anything else! I...I have a panty, a special panty. Itmakes me lo...k like a real girl. How else could I have showered withBeth so many times? You had to know at least that much, but what youdon't know is that it doesn't matter what I wear. You're always goingto be my father, and I'm always going to love you, no matter what youdo, but I am a girl now, and I want to stay one. I can't be anythingelse now!" Your. Her left hand was still caressing her pink nipples, but the other had traveled down to hitch up the black and white stripped skirt with the purple underskirt. Her fingers lightly danced across the soft skin of her thighs, tantalizing herself by not quite touching her pussy. Deirdre moaned as her fingers excited her nipples into hard, swollen peaks. God, how she wished she could find someone. Her legs were spread and as she felt her own hand touching her pussy, she ached to be filled by a. Her name is Sally she is a pick pocket. She takes pride in how plain and common she can make herself look. That way it is difficult for her victims identify her. She stands 5'- 8" and has soft brown shoulder length hair. She has a slim figure and B cup size breasts. Her light blue top, blue jeans and sneakers makes it easy for her to blend in with the crowd. As she watches the lawyer head for a dense crowd of people she moves into place. Soon both her and the lawyer are being pushed. Tadeesha wasn't black; she was mostly tanned, really brown, but she wasn't black. John, on the other hand, was completely white. They were both pretty short for 16 year olds, but that didn't matter. They liked each other, and that was it. That night, John turned up at Tadeesha's house. Tadeesha brought him around the house. "Where's the party?" said John. "Oh, they're not here yet," said Tadeesha. They sat on Tadeesha's bed and started chatting about school. A little later, John looked.