Then Iwas putting on those heels back on.I wondered would I look like a girl? I was always getting mocked outbecause of my size. I have to admit once ...n a while I thought I wouldhave been better off being born a girl. However, I never dwelled on it.No big deal I thought. Panties are just like my own underwear, just forgirls instead right? As I touched them, I knew they were not like mine.They were very smooth and silky and very light. I noticed the design onthe soft material in front, lacy. His word was the finial approval on what we did that day or didn’t do. He kept us out of trouble, he was fair and resolved our differences. He was the link between us and the older boys who were becoming teenagers in a housing project full of kids without fathers. The older boys respected him too. Johnny was smart and caring and brave and full of life. There were four or five of us who hung together everyday. There was Johnny, Keith Norwickie, Karl ‘Krazy Karl ‘ KInchie (sometimes just Kraz),. The others laughed crudely and I started to turn my head to look for Nathan.Before I could turn my head the one closest to me grabbed my chin and said, "You look at me when I am talking to you, cunt!"To my horror, out of the corner of my eye I could see Nathan with the camera on his shoulder filming these thugs as they gathered around me threateningly.I cannot explain how this made me feel. I don't believe that I have ever felt a more heart stopping sense of betrayal. In such a short time I had. Jimmy wrapped his long strong fingers around her waist, his fingertips touching each other over her bellybutton, Jesus he was a big man!He pushed slowly and Katrina felt his member pushing her vaginal sphincter in and it began to stretch when it couldn’t run any further from him. The tip of him began to push through and she felt her opening stretch. First a satisfying stretch, then a stressing one. Then it began to throb and pain entered the equation.“Wait, wait! I’m sorry, it’s just not.