I would beatoff at least twice before I went to bed at night, usually fantasizingabout lingerie and wearing women's clothes. After my dressing session..., Inoticed that the girdles would get pre-cum stains on them and some of herdresses actually had the side seam blown out, but nothing was ever saidto me. I even took sick days from school and dressed up in my favoriteoutfits. My mother had a couple of wigs that I even wore on those days. Iexperimented with makeup, but it was mainly lipstick,. Gloria watched the naked girls and boys troop in for whatever they did inside and was thoroughly repulsed by the sight. Only the basest of people could allow their children to parade about nude all day every day, and the parents who escorted the smaller children were every bit as disgustingly naked as their spawn. One woman, pushing a stroller with a toddler seated therein, dropped off her daughter who appeared to be eight or nine years old, and when she came into Gloria's full view looked to. “O baby I'm gonna cum!” I close my eyes and focus on the feeling building and filling up my legs and my stomach, my breathing is frenzied now and my fingers dig hard into his head. “Shit!” I grab a pillow to cover my mouth and I cry out as my orgasm is released, his tongue batting relentlessly over my now swollen clit, I feel wave after wave of pleasure pulse around my body and I cant help but scream out against the pillow. “Slow down!” His tongue is too intense and I squirm to move out from. Rape toys don't wear jeans--they don't wear anything that gets in the way of the only things worth anything on their worthless bodies." His breath tickled my ear, my lips parting as I panted against the wall, pushing against him, testing for weaknesses even as my legs trembled and my heart pounded. I cried out as he twisted my arms behind me, the cry cut short as he slammed me forward against the wall: once...twice...three times, shocking the breath from me, making me dizzy and disoriented. .