Morgens nach dem aufstehen hatte ich ständig einen dicken Schwanz und ich rubbelte mir meistens einen unter der Dusche ab. Ich hegte die Hoffnung, ei...es Tages würde eine meiner geilen Fantasien wahr werden und Dad würde mich beim Wichsen beobachten, mir seine harte Latte in den Boyarsch rammen und mich zu seinem Fickspielzeug machen. Meine pubertären Wichsfantasien erfüllten sich aber zu jener Zeit, in der ich noch zuhause wohnte, nicht.Das erste richtige Mal mit einem Kerl stand. So she only cried silently when forced to gather every pair of pants, shirt he did not like, and skirt that was lower than mid thigh that she owned, threw them all in the trunk crawled in with them, and was driven to a nearby patch of woods. He forced her to douse the ‘unapproved’ pile of clothes with gasoline, and light them. He forced her to watch it burn as he fucked her and whipped her back with the sandpaper cat o’ nine tails.He left her that night handcuffed in a hogtie with the key. The brief disturbance alerted an elderly woman, who it turned out wasusing the less than original nom de plume of Mrs. Smith. She gave theimpression of a woman who tended to look down her nose at everyone. Itwas obvious that she once had a spectacular figure but it was startingto turn to plump. She strolled over to examine the cause of thecommotion. In an elegant and aristocratic tone she announced, "That ismy luggage! What in the world are you doing going through my things?I'll have you. As I observed them I found that their hair was about the same length too but that Paige had a wedding ring on her finger while Jordan was not. That was it. That ring and the smell of their pussies were the only differences that I could distinguish between them other than things that were visual of course.Paige tried the emergency phone and no one answered it. Their cell phones did not work either. Jordan even tried hollering. I just smiled and resigned myself to sit down on the floor. Then I.