My blonde hair is shoulder-length and wavy.I might have forgotten to mention that I am a fourteen-year-old boy.I am quite slim and wear a number five ...hoe (ladies' of course).Mom's clothes fit me like a glove!Mom is away for the day and will only be back tonight at nine. Ihave the house and grounds to myself!I started by applying very long false red nails with a SuperGlue andsoon had them aligned ad affixed properly. I did my face with a long-lasting base, blush, pink eye-shadow, black. I was wondering what I should do next when I heard a rumbling sound. I glanced on the street to see the headlights approach. Large headlights. Something big was approaching. I raised my hand against the glare, squinting to see. I heard a powerful engine growling and chugging. I trembled, curious at who was stopping to help me.Just as the vehicle slowed down to stop by me, I realized it was the rig to one of those semi trucks. I didn't have a trailer attached, so the driver must be going home or. "I can't sleep with Mom and Dad. Could I just stay here with you for a little while?" her voice almost faded out completely.She was wearing a long satin robe but I was buff. I wanted to comfort my baby sister but for some reason, all I could think of was the night of the Sweetheart Dance and how sweet her pussy was. The last thing I needed was her in bed with me again for any reason."Please?"She looked at me mournfully and any real resistance I had vanished. "Sure." I pat the bed next to me and. Fear where this might lead us all. Part of me is half-expecting the Rapture at any second now, and wondering who else besides me will really go. I mean, your uncle led me to Christ and now he’s kowtowing to you, too. How can that be? How can you overpower the ability to resist temptation given to us by God?” Dad rambled, still a bit confused by it all ... a convert’s convictions were always strongest, after all.“It’s quite simple. You’re wrong about God, about sin, about Heaven, about Hell,.