So why was it so upsetting? When I was his age I wasalways on the look out for such things, but I had a job that neededto be protected.Suddenly I kne.... I said, "You don't want to be a boy, do you Petey?"He looked at me with the tears welling up again. He cried: "No. Iwant to be a girl. A girl just like you." How funny that sounded,to somebody in my position.'You can be," I said. "If you want to be a girl just like me, youcan be."I did not do it straight away. We talked a lot more about. I pulled my top up and waited a couple of minutes. He came back out and put two more beers in my pockets and then whipped his cock out of his jeans! I don’t know, maybe fingering me just got him too hard to deal with it? He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. I wasn’t fighting it. I grabbed his cock. He was so hard he felt slick. I knelt down and sucked him, but really, he just fucked my mouth. It only took him a minute before he gave me his goo. He zipped up and hustled away.” My. " The Power of TearsBy Norman O. Johnson and shalimarWhen I wrote "The Evil Witch" I had in mind that "I" would have become pregnant in April of 2001. That would mean that I would give birth in January. The due date was the fifteenth and the actual date of birth of our child would occur on the eleventh. On the night of the tenth I emailed my "husband," Norman Johnson the following: Good morning Norm. It is 5 AM on 011102. Don't moan, roll over and go back to sleep. I'm having contractions.. Now, with the pole nudging against the bottom of her pussy lips, she carefully lifted herself up a bit further and settled on top of the metal ball that capped the pole. It felt huge and she was beginning to think that she wouldn't be able to get it inside but she'd come this far and wasn't going to back down now. Worst case, she would hang suspended atop the ball by her pussy until the key melted. Either way, she was sure it would be a lot of fun.Sophie looked up once more at the key to.