"Oh dear! You've been crying. Was it that bad? Here, come sit beside mummy and tell her all about it." It was awful! Really awful! The way Gloria and ...dna humiliated me!" I started and, as she pulled my head into her shoulder, started to weep copiously."What did she do?" she asked dabbing at my eyes with a dainty, perfumed, handkerchief after my crying had abated.I didn't tell her everything of course ? I mean, a man has his pride don't you think? I also may have exaggerated my own responses as. She turned the cob so it was pointing at her pussy and started moving it slowly, in cirles, between her pussy lips. I was grasping my cock, pulling and sliding my hand over the end, bring myself closer to orgasm. Then an idea, flashed in my mind, I reached for my camera, which I always had on my belt. With shaking hands, raised it and could see her image erotically displayed on the digital screen. I pushed the video button, and watched on the screen as the corn slowly was pushed between her. I removed my jeans and my top. I was only in bra and panty at that time. I wanted to pee off. So I told Rahul to immediately stop the car otherwise the whole car will be spoiled. Then he stopped the car at road side on the highway. There was no one else.I moved out of the car and started peeing at road side. What I saw was Rahul watching me peeing. I was little embarrassed but didn’t bother much. Then he came near me and hugged me and started smooch me. I was shocked and didn’t realised what. Once the girl dried off and dressed, I started working on her hair.“I like playing with boys more than girls and dolls, but he told me that since we are playing daddies and daddies that I had to dress and act like a boy,” she told me. “I didn’t mind all that much if I can still wear panties because the boy’s underwear is uncomfortable. Dresses feel nicer than boy’s clothes too.”With her hair short like a boy, I couldn’t do much with it, but I at least got it brushed out until it shined. I found.