Not only that,but Marie stumbled over his name - twice - each time nearlycalling him Donna. Therefore, I think I can safely assume thatDonald is one o... Jane's boys, and that was his 'femme-name'.* The conversation turned to Donald's current activities, but hesidestepped those questions. *Wonder why he doesn't want to talkabout himself? Because he simply doesn't want to answer Marie'sso-very-pointed questions about himself? Or might it be becauseCarol and I are here and he's afraid he might give. And then, oneSaturday afternoon, as she left the bathroom after taking care of herfemale business and replacing her tampon, I went in. I sat down on thetoilet, feeling uncomfortable. When I tried to "go," nothing happened,at least initially, and then, all of a sudden, there was this rush offluid out of my behind, almost as if I were peeing out of my behind. Icouldn't resist smiling a little, thinking, that this was how girls peed,sitting down on the toilet. Even that made me feel girlish! . His eyes widened and I asked him what was wrong. He replied, "You have a Brazilian and you don't wear underwear.... Now that is just fucking sexy." He took my clit into his mouth and I became completely soaked. I started to moan and thrust a little. It felt so good. I was on a three month dry spell and I was hornier than ever. I then saw a big bulge on the side of his jeans. I remember how bad I wanted to know what he tasted like. In that moment though, I just wanted to sit on his big cock. I. Every time i spoke to him on the phone somehow the conversation would lead to 'when i was gonna sit on it.'After months had led to years, i finally decided to play into his lil 'game'. So when he asked me again i gave an answer, 'Shit, i'll give u some...' i text him. Not even two minutes when by and he rushed me with about twenty questions, 'For real? When? why all of a sudden? For how long? Now? ....' and so on and so fourth... i was only half serious, i mean yeah im out of high school and.