You try to reply, but "I. Um..." is all you mutter. John glides his fingers up along your shoulder and against your neck. His cool fingers tickle agai...st your neck. "Don't worry" He says, "it can be our little secret". Curling his fingers around your neck, he lifts your chin and lowers down. Suddenly his lips are around yours. You thrust your hands against your chest to push him away, but the hard muscle forces you coil down against his shirt and grip a hold, tugging him in.You feel his hand. Mom was very curious, about why I was so upset. She almost didn't go to work." Where are we going? I don't know what Doctor you go to. You'll have to give me directions." We're not going to a Doctor's office. I talked to my Gynecologist, and told her I was about to take a new boyfriend, and wanted these tests. She called a lab, and made an appointment for us, in my name, but using your address, for two this afternoon. She left orders with them, to mail the results to your address, in my name,. I want men all thetime. If I could I'd have lots of men, lots of men at once. Do youknow that? I want to have a cock in my bum, a cock in my mouth, a cockin each hand, cocks in my hair, my soft blonde hair... do you like myhair?"I felt his prick stiffen slightly as I said this. He liked hair."You like boys, hmmm, with soft, long hair like mine? Do you like themmade up as girls, too? With red lips and long black eyelashes? Withmascara and eyeliner?"He smiled again."How about what they. The women in front of me were going to take until tomorrow for me to get through. I moved to the speed line by the front door. You can go through it if you just have a couple of items. Foiled again. There were several in front of me there too, but it wouldn't take long.To the left of the cashier, behind some displays I saw her. She had to be more than sixteen, but less than twenty four. She had long blond hair; but was the color real? Her hair was pulled back into a long pony-tail effect. It.