“Uh,” I said, like a moron and just shrugged.“And your sister didn’t tell?”“No way. Hanna keeps more secrets than I will ever know. It was...even a secret that she keeps secrets until recently.” I felt horrible—all these lies of omission weighing me down.“Hmm,” Carrie mused. “We’ll have to make this visit special, then. I’d have liked someone to make me feel comfortable in the real world when I was her age.”“What do you have in mind?”———————————————————For the next four months, Carrie and I. ..POP! Making sure that the gum didn't get onto her pink lace french maid'suniform, Kayla lifted up her head and moaned in the cutest, girliest,sissiest voice anyone had ever heard, "OMG, I need to be making men cum!"As she rode the constant cravings that were the life of a sissy, Kaylacleaned. She needed to keep her master's home as clean as possible. As asissy, she existed to serve men and to make them cum. This thought madeher open her gum filled mouth and say, "OMG, I need to make men. Time for another breakfast.The sign read: Montana State University ... with an arrow pointing south.Sure ... why not.7th street took a jog at Main ... but the sign one block west read: Montana State University ... with an arrow pointing south. So I didn’t turn on 7th ... I turned south on 8th. Up the slight hill the truck coughed. I turned in at the Exxon. I suppose I could have turned across traffic and bought gas at the Mini Mart ... but there was FULL SERVICE ad the Exxon.The attendants. She wiggled enough to get the pants from her legs and then slid her leg up the side of my body, wrapping it around me. I reached down to cup her ass in my hands and lift her a bit. My fingers slid inward and under her panties where I found her pussy soaked with her juices. When my fingers touched her pussy lips, she cried out in pleasure and bit down lightly on my lower lip.I lifted her up and pressed her against her wall, just inside her doorway. I moved her panties over to the side and then.