They were kind, but with an undercurrent of passion lurking just below the surface. They seemed to bore into her soul, to see the romantic heart that ...eat beneath her plain-jane personality.Without consciously thinking about it, her right hand slid under the waistband of her sweatpants, into her cotton panties. She ran a finger through her labia and groaned softly at the liquid fire she encountered.Jane did not often masturbate, an attitude that went back to her mother's starchy religious. “Hey Tony your hot!” one of them said. They all laughed including Jake. He seemed to be distant, almost like he didn’t want to admit we had been best of mates.He went on.” If I wasn’t going to the Prom with Melissa I would love to have a Lady Boy on my arm.” He groped my right breast. There was hysterical laughter.“I think Id prefer Anastasi!” another one chipped in. “Yes he gave you a blow job didn’t he Jake!”Jake said “Fuck off.”“In fact you and Tony used to be together all the time, was he. And as far as family names are concerned, as any chattel, a woman has no real right to one." The woman watched as the SS man returned.He reached out, this time to tilt her chin up, "I wonder what they will call you? If it were I, I would call you Colonel Hogan, when I wish to particularly enjoy you." He let the chin fall. "The other times, I would call you, 'Trixie'." He walked away from her again."That is what I shall recommend to be your name. It will remind them of the trouble you've. “Let him watch and fucking worship the wank sluts!” As this defiant cry left her lips her cunt exploded like a fire hydrant drenching Sally in the warm outpourings of her lust. “The wank sluts have been busted!” cried a gruff male voice from behind a eucalyptus tree. Ginger and Sally looked up to see a fat hairy man with a bushy red beard walking towards them. He was only about 5 foot 2 inches tall but the stiff cock that swung back and forth beneath his wobbly pink belly was 8 inches long and.