I began rubbing her already soaking wet clit with the enlarged nob of my dick. I stuck it in with her legs open in missionary position and began to pu...p. I was so incrediably horny and quickly it became apparent she was too as she laid there and moaned as I thrusted her. I went back and forth between hard and soft fucking. I had been drinking mostly hard liquor, so my dick was like an energizer battery! She grabbed onto me as I fucked her on top and moaned and just took it so well. I would stop. ." and she started bawling.John held his arms open and she crawled up in his lap and cried.Note from author: Insert sobs, drippy nose sniffs and teary eyes at random."Why?" she cried between sobs."Why? Because everybody should be treated decently. Because all I have is your saying you're a bad girl. You haven't stolen from me ... you don't bring men over ... I haven't ever seen you drunk ... you don't even smoke. So ... you like the pleasure that comes with sex ... so do I." You've never even. Even the girls would laugh at us. But deep inside me, I too wanted to be a macho man, like the guy who would make all the girls crave for sex. Well, I am sure that I would never be that guy, but I can have my own world where I can feel like one. It would never hurt to imagine and stay with the people who would value you for what you really are. So, in this judgmental world, I started to do something to explore.That made me to think twice about the story I read. So, I thought I should try my. Itcould be worn 24/7. She would be able to use the bathroom, butwould have to sit as a girl. It also had a delightful attachmentwhich I decided she would have to wear at night: a butt plugwhich could be locked in place with a separate key. I bided mytime.Then I caught her at it. One night I was wakened in the night byslight rhythmic noises from her room. I crept out silently andflung her door open. She was standing in front of the mirror ina full length white satin bridal gown with a veil over.