.man handled me, kicking me outof my home. Not to mention, separating me from my children. Probablyforever, now that I think about it. I sadly thought...about my weddingday, and then the birth of the three girls. I remember holding them asbabies and rocking them to sleep on stormy nights, doing my best to singthem lullabies. I did the same type of things when Clark was born. Ichanged diapers, and kissed them goodnight when they were little.In addition, worst of all, I'm a thirteen year old girl.. It must have puff sleeves."My penis began to get hard due to the talk of feminine clothes and wasstraining its feminine jail."Aah, yes any ladies and cross dresser's dream dress," said Beverly,"Just wait here Christine while we go get some dresses for you to try,coming ladies?" Ooh, yes" said my Mom, "lets so get a dress fit for my princess"The ladies left me alone and I walked around the house in my lingerieand slippers feeling on top of the world. As soon as I had Patriciaalone I wanted to. I started to look round the playrooms, my cock hard and my heart thumping wondering what I would find. The first two rooms had couple playing together one of the first guys we had met was in there having his cock sucked as the girls partner fucked her arse. He told me my wife had been in watching but went elsewhere which gutted him as he wanted to fuck her.The next room was dimly lit and there was a few people in their some watching and some playing. As I'm a tall I could see over the small. He gestured towards one end of the camp and said, "There are men standing in line out in the rain to take a shower." I don't blame them," Sid said. He shivered when the draft in the room shifted and drove some of the heat reaching him in another direction.The men around Sid exchanged glances. As one, they moved in and picked him up. The next thing Sid knew was that he was being carried to the building with the showers. The men waiting in line laughed when his escorts carried him past and into.