I think that it's time that I make a good, well-written story. Keep in mind that this little message is being written before-hand. I'm going to try...and collaborate with people to make it a good one.I've been kind of inspired from reading a lot of the "Tails" chapters. I really liked the degree of characterization and satisfaction of curiosity. I'm going to be doing my best to keep the sex scenes erotic, yet under control. That's not as easy as you might think. If you've never written. Looking at the movie afterwards is so hot. We did a sixty-nine after John masturbated me with a zucchini he had brought along especially for that purpose. We both came in a few minutes, aroused as we were, and we dried our genitals and prepared to return to our house.I folded the blanket and put everything back into the bag and I was a little jealous that John dressed while I was to continue being naked. But that was as it is as it was part our plan and we always stick to that. We returned to. Whether I wore a skirt and blouse, jeans, or a dress, I felt very comfortable in my femininity. Because my voice hadn't started to change, I didn't have to put on and I could freely gab without fear of being found out. My only limitation was my skinny, underdeveloped body had no figure or curves, so my outfits de-emphasize any womanly shape. I had no bottom or hips to swing when I walked. I made no effort to wear heels, but I did purchase several pairs of shoes and sneaks that fit my size seven. Fr. Joeangrily recites Scriptures as he continues to throughly thrash my flaming,raw ass. My hard cock is rubbing against the coarse bark of the old tree,streams of lube drooling over the bark. Soon, my ass is crisscrossed with hot, angryred stripes. Fr. Joe decides I have suffered for my sins, and now will annoitmy sinning flesh. He drops the switch, and unzips his black pants. He pullsout his angry, drooling, bone-hard dick and starts to rub it all over.