Gloria could not believe her eyes. Daniel was dressed in the outfit thatGloria had worn the day before and his face was covered with makeup.Even thoug... mascara ran down her cheeks and her eyes were red and puffyfrom crying, Daniel looked beautiful and that scared Gloria more thenanything ever had before.Gloria sat down on the floor next to Daniel."Daniel?" she asked.The girl continued to cry."Danielle?" Don't call me that," Daniel said. "Please, don't call me that." Oh thank god," Gloria said.. Additionally, I know I over used ass, cunt, pussy, etc.. Remember, this is written from a thirteen year old boys perspective, hes not very creative. Please Note: This story has been revised. When I first wrote part III, I thought it was the end of the story, and I rushed to finish it. I got so many comments to continue and criticism about the ending being rushed, that I thought Id continue and write the ending where it belongs. Forgive me for making this complicated, but read on and try to. In fact it was called Marshall-University. A combining of two high schools.I never knew why my parents trusted Mel, except for the fact they might have been able to figure out we weren’t having sex. Something about not looking so sated when she drove me home from dance classes. Or that I was still having marathon telephone conversations with Carol and was still seeing her on the weekends.The parking lot of the private high school was full. “Going through the jocks here too?” I couldn’t help. Later, the hunger had clearly been birthed. Another late night show in her room, another smoothly created orgasm. This time including her mouth. From then on it had been common place handies and occasional hummers. She hadn’t a clue what to do with her mouth, but like all mind-numbingly hot girls, just being them was enough for a man. Especially an older never had great pussy man like me. Then the glorious moment I entered her vagina with my penis. The moment my long con came to.