I was twelve years old, smart enough for my age and fed up with being smacked around by a drunk. Mom wouldn't say anything to stop him because he woul... smack her around if she did. Well, OK, I was gone!My bus ticket in hand, I boarded the huge Greyhound bound for anywhere but here. I sat by the window and watched carefully to see if he would show up. I thought I saw him several times but it wasn't him. I was getting away! He couldn't find me if I left and I would be safe. I held my breath as. ”Tifa giggled and shot me a look. The way she was biting her bottom lip spiked my arousal even higher. “Put it in my arse,” she whispered. My cock flexed at the suggestion, and I was dangerously close to nutting right then and there. Somehow, though, I pulled it together and withdrew from her pussy.There was enough juice on my cock to justify an easy entry into her puckered pink ring, but I found myself concentrating again, this time to lubricate her. Sure enough, the skin of her rosebud. It wasshort, to mid thigh, red scotch plaid with a scoop neck and cap sleeves.He had his breasts, which filled out the front and made him look sofeminine. I saw he was wearing pantyhose and a pair of my high-heeledshoes. The dress fit him perfectly. I never realised that he and Shirleywere so close to the same size. He had makeup on and he did not do sobadly, and he had fixed his long hair in to a ponytail. He looked somuch like Shirley that they might pass for twins."I'm here. How do I look?". "He took my hands and pulled me to my feet. He was totally naked now. He must have removed his tee when his dick was in my mouth.He said, "Come," and led me to his bedroom.The bedroom was dimly lit. There was only the light from the hallway and the master bath. We stood beside his king-size bed and in front of a mirrored wall. Jake began to slowly undress me. When I was naked he moved behind me. When he kissed the side of my neck I tilted my head back rested it on his shoulder.He kissed my neck.