There isn't any fun when you are awoman. It is all responsibilities and putting up with people. All themen you know only want one thing and all the ...omen are snakes alwaystrying to stab you in the back. Everything is simple and direct when youare a boy. You can play fun games, not games with people's heads. Jokesare more fun. They are all about farting and burping. You don't have toworry about the complex relationships of others. You are cute in anythingyou wear and can wear the same. I knew my dress had ridden up as I felt my bare ass press against the cold steel of my car. My dad had me pinned back against it. He leaned toward me and placed his hands on the hood of the car on either side of me. I could feel his bulging cock pressing into my belly. “Why are you here?” he whispered into my ear.“I…I was…” I could barely form a sentence. This was my own father, pressing his body firmly against mine…trying to seduce his own daughter…succeeding. I knew I needed to stop this. To. What's up with you?"I briefly explained my dilemma about the letter I was writing."The best thing to do is to stick as close to the truth as possible," she said. "Tell Tina that we met when you'd made a phone call, expecting to talk to someone else and ended up talking with me instead. We hit it off, but we don't date, since I'm gay." Huh." Well, it was true enough. I certainly hadn't expected whoever I talked to that night to actually give a damn about me."Then," she said, "if it's appropriate. We were to have the basement bedroom and I just couldn't control my anxiety waiting for the evening to end and all of us head for bed. I sat next to Jessie and as the evening went on Carole noticed my restlessness and finally, "Go ahead and kiss him" she finally blurted out to me. I was taken back a bit and looked over at Joe who just smiled and nodded his head. I didn't wait and I quickly leaned over and putting my arm around Jessie's neck, pulled him in to me and we began to kiss. For a good.