I told me I was really wet. Bryce came around and sat down beside me and I rose up to kiss Bryce and then Mark came up and took my shirt and bra off. ...ark being fully nude told me to get on my hands and knees at the end of the bed. I grabbed a hold of marks dick and began to suck on it. I sucked marks dick like I sucked Bryces. Bryce came up and I grabbed a hold of his shaft and starting sucking him while stroking Mark's dick. Then I would take turns sucking each dick as I stroked the other. I. .." Is all Greta could say.I moved the silk aside and Greta opened her legs wider. Inviting me to explore her wetness. "I have some unfinished business to get to after the game, but we have a dinner tonight," the drunk voice said.I found Greta's clit and began to rub it, she looked at me and bit her lip. 'Uhh huh," she responded in the phone."How's that dumb conference going. Is your petty clothing line selling? I put up a lot of money for your stupid idea."I inserted a finger deep inside. I took them off to see that I had now a mound of skin,divided by a slit, making me the perfect girl.The door swung open and my Dad came into the room witha black and white maid uniform, and his hair done intoa high bun on his head. He wouldn't let mecall him Dad, he just told me to call him Maria andnothing else, and that he was on the service of mymother that he called mistress.I survived the days, with the continuous lessons ongirlhood, on how to sit, run and dance, with theboring ballet. Eastern Time, Sept. 11, 2001.I certainly can. It is one of three instances off the top of my head that I can tell you precisely where I was and what I was doing at a specific time, all three of them tragic.The first was April 20, 1999, the date of the Columbine Massacre.The third is a day in May 2003, the day my oldest sister died unexpectedly.The second is Sept. 11th, a day that the world I thought I knew became a horrible fantasy.On Sept. 10, 2001, I was a relatively young newspaper employee..