" There were never severe repercussions, until one fateful day when I was told: "You're too old for that. People will wonder about you. Boys don't dre...s like girls."Boys don't dress like girls, do they?I miss the innocent years I lost along the way. 2. GretchenAs a young child, I spent a lot of recesses indoors. Cold, wintry days frightened my mother into writing little notes to the teachers: "had a severe earache last week, please keep inside today." It never seemed overprotective to me. I. There are a few movies if you like them. She smiled and went into the bathroom as I switched on the TV. Oh God! What did I see? It is a blue film and a lesbian film at that. A mature white woman is lying on the bed with her legs parted and a black woman is kissing her boobs. I had never been with a lesbian in my life so far but the flick aroused my curiousity. The white woman had big boobs with brown nipples and the black girl sucked on her nipples. The white woman pressed the black woman’s. ” I said. She stood beside me. I wiped a finger on the semen on her dress, tasted it again. “Did he come on your dress?” Fleur went bright red. She nodded. I lifted her dress, and sure enough her knickers were off to one side, her swollen pussy exposed. I noticed she had shaved it, leaving a small area of pubic hair above her swollen labia. I dropped the dress. I sat on the sofa, and had Jack stand in front of me. “You come to my house, abuse my daughter, and spend half the afternoon looking. Her address!I know what you're wondering. Did I go there, right? Well, the answer to that stupid question is.... Hell yeah! I went over there the very next night!So, I bet you perverts want to know what happened that next night, right? Well, it was about 3AM and I found an unlocked window at the side of her house. Was it left unlocked on purpose? Who knows! With such a horny, depraved slut, I guess anything's possible! When I was inside I slipped on my balaclava and crept upstairs to seek my.