."This was the thought that started it all, but back then, all I wanted wasto know what it was like, what it was for, but above all, how I would feela...ter using it.I was seven years old, and this wasn't the first time I'd ever had wornmakeup of any kind, but it would be the first time my curiosity wouldallow me to do something like this...I was four when my mother decided to dress me up as a fairy princess orsomething for Halloween, and she had me wear blush and lipgloss as well.With my long. I didn’t know that rush hour here begins later than normal and I am pretty much swept up in crowd.Buses here are tiny and the crowd surges every time a bus pulls up and the doors open. Needless to say its tight quarters. I’m trying to be the gentleman with regards to the ladies but the crowd is just too strong and I am just too tired so eventually I am just swept along. I find myself with my back to the window standing face to face with a gorgeous number. I can’t really check her out as its. But I could suck as much cock as I wanted when Iwanted and did every weekend for the last four years. This brings me to the point for me writing this letter,one mid week dogging session me and tony had fucked Iwas messing around on the table wearing thigh high bootsmini skirt and a boob tube. Tony was off talking to afriend David about his new car. There were a few peopleabout but someone was putting a show on in their car andI was left with two young lads that were a bit shy and abloke with a. She came over to the bed and leanedover me. “You poor thing,” she said and kissed myforehead.As she sat down I saw her glance down to my crotch, mypubes, and grimace. She must have seen his cum flowingout of me, I still felt it running out, over my thigh,forming a sticky wet puddle beneath me.She sat there for a few moments. Neither of us saidanything. Then she did a strange thing. (Thankfully, Iwas still in virtual shock or I might have reactedhastily.) Slowly she leaned over me.