For some odd reason, I felt compelled to cut through the woods to get home. Little did I know the trouble I was in for.There was a path that cut throu...h the woods, strewed with pine needles and dead leaves. They clung to my bare feet as I made my way through the woods. Pretty soon I came to a creek. Usually, there is a bit of a current, but today, it is calm and I can see my reflection perfectly. I look in the water as if it were a mirror and pull my long, brunette hair up into a ponytail.I'm. One particular evening she seemed to be focusing most of her attention on just one guy. When they danced she was kissing him deeply which was something she normally didn't do. When the music ended I saw her go towards the ladies room and emerge moments later. Walking straight towards me she stopped, leaned in and whispered in my ear, "hold these for me" shoved something in my hand and returned to her dance partners table and sat down facing me. Upon opening my hand I saw she had given me her. My arse was sore as a result of foolishly giving an affirmative answer when she asked if I wanted a fuck. I had lost track of the score. Was it five - nil? Or six?As the dawn light rose, she swung herself over my hips and took my captive cock and balls in her hand, lifting them up between her legs. Her other hand held my shoulder down and I gazed up at her huge tits dangling tantalisingly above me. "You can touch them now," she said. I reached up and held her breasts in the palms of my hands.. ” I’ll call it a cunt if it pleases Father, but to myself it will still be my weasel. Weasel seems more friendly than cunt. “Do you know what it’s for, Angelique?” I know it’s for peeing and getting the curse, but I don’t think that’s the answer he wants. “I’m not sure, Father,” I say. It‘s for men, my dear. God made that for men.” “Whenever the subway is crowded, men touch me there.” “And what do you do when that happens?” “My weasel always likes it so I don’t do anything.” Sometimes I think.