I felt him entering me, bit by bit, more and more, slowly. Then he was fully in me. I was so hot, panting, so hungry for him in me. He began a rhythm,...in and out, in and out. So hot, so full. I felt like such a slut. Like a woman being used by a man. I didn't know who he was or what he really looked like, but at this moment I was his sissywhore for him to do with as he pleased. He was in me so deep.Then I heard a gentle knock on my door and a whispered "Let me in Sissy." I opened the door. I knew it would get more crowded as soon as it got darker, so I entertained myself with my fingers and a few toys I had brought along. I was a pro at getting myself aroused. I loved to masturbate, and I could bring myself to orgasm with ease. But now that I was bursting out in front, it added to my excitement. I slouched down and put my seatback flat. I was now out of view and I wasted no time opening my top coat and teasing my pussy. I slid my baby blue negligee up over my distended. Ove the years I had always wondered what it was like to have real sex and also wondered what it was like to be a girl and have a cock fuck me. Oh well, that late morning the curiosity got the best of me. I had snuck into moms room and stole one of her nighties and some of her panties. I snuke them into my room and stripped down. My cosk was hard as a rock and was ready to be stroked and stroked hard. I slipped on the stolen nightie and panties and almost blew my load instantly. I held off and. I was going to do what I could to punish her rapists, but the fact that she had been raped did not in any way diminish her value to me.I had my arm around her shoulders and my hand resting comfortably on her breast. Joan snuggled up to me and pressed my hand tightly to her breast. I could feel her nipple as it hardened under my palm, and that produced the corresponding effect in my cock. Mary walked onto the porch to call us to supper, but she did not seem to react to what Joan and I were.