"Okay, now let's dry that lovely long hair of yours."-I could feel my scalp warm up under the blow dryer, the hairbrushgliding over my head in John's ...um's hand."So how long have you been dressing up in ladies clothes?" John's mumraised her voice slightly over the noise of the hairdryer.I remember when I was seven and my mum kept some of my younger sister'sdresses in the wardrobe in my room. I remember setting my alarm clockfor three in the morning. I remember my hands shaking as I held. His lips also drew her attention, thin, but sexy! They moved as he spoke and they had a smoothness of their own. Her last boyfriend seemed to make an effort not to move his lips and since he was usually sucking on a cigarette, she thought maybe that was why he never moved them.He was handsome in a rough way, not rough in a bad boy sort of way, but more like rough-hewn from smooth stone. His face had angles and planes that made him distinctive. He would never be a male model, but no one could. Too bad about the Ninth Commandment.Still, my little show ha its intended effect. Other kids came up and recited Gerald's abuses.Mr C's face grew a florid shade; and after a moment he shepherded his family into a station wagon and drove away.Oh, sure, Gerald gave me more than stink-eye; but he couldn't do anything about it.Monday came, of course, and Gerald had failed to calculate our school principal's presence at my outburst. Did I mention he was a member of the same church?Gerald and some of. I felt his big thick cock expand my ass as he slid in with ease. He reached around and began rubbing my clit. He said "too bad, too bad uncle Peter couldn't do this for you, you like this don't you?" I was trying to catch my breath as Bart fucked me using those lovely long, deep penetrating strokes. Never giving an inch of letting up his clit abuse. I grabbed my breast and worked my nipples just the way I love. Because I was so ready with Peter it did not take very long for Bart to take me to.