There she was, a very clear close up of her face, in three-quarter view, her eye moist, with a single teardrop formed in the corner, frozen in that mo...ent before the surface tension burst and launched a stream down her cheek. If it had been anyone else but herself, she conceded, it would have been … well, beautiful. As it was, it still took her breath away, in that instant, revealing too much emotion. Too personal, that shot, way too personal. ‘Beautiful … isn’t it?’ he said. Carol noticed that. "Hello?" she said, and her echo chased its way down the hall. Neighbor kids, she thought. Just as she was turning back, something caught her eye; on the carpet, just to the side of her door, a black mark she didn't remember ever seeing before. She got down on her knees to look at it. It was a splotch of black paint, in the shape of an oval.No, not an oval, she realized. She leaned in even closer, scrutinizing it from a few inches away.It was a hoof print.***In her rush to the get to the art. He had spanked head cheerleader Candy without mercy that very afternoon to remind her of her duty to start each morning for him with her willing mouth well-trained lips and tongue that knew the secret of drawing spunk from the shyest of males reluctant to spill their seeds in a beautiful girl’s open mouth.There was no doubt it was a dirty business, all things considered, but most of the complicit females were eager to perform and even swallow all of the copious spending in hopes that they would. Boys here aren't hated if they want to be like girls, and to "play girlfriend" for boys and men. There's not the age segregation and discrimination here that's so common elsewhere, either; here even what you'd call "very young teenagers" are treated as fully mature, and it's all totally "lexual" (that's our word for what you'd call "legal"). Let me tell you my story, and you'll see.For me, it all began when I was barely eleven years old. I'd known what "sinning" meant already, of course (it's.