This time her nipples pressed hard into my skin. She is slightly taller than I and they rubbed over the tops of my breasts as her tongue explored my m...uth. She probed into me and her hands stroked my back. I lifted my arms to encircle her but she pushed them back to my sides. One hand went between us and palmed my breast as I tasted her mouth, the other went to my pussy and cupped it. She moaned softly and, leaning back, said, ‘So wet.’She took my hand and guided it to her treasure, using her. - This will be an on-going story as long as I have fun writing it and as long as people are interested.- This first part is a prequel, so it doesn't contain much action. It's supposed to be a Sissy story so I just put it under the category "fetish".- The characters will evolve along with the story, so maybe some things are not clear yet, but they will become understandable in time.- This is my first story.„Oh come on, Mom, I’m eighteen. Don’t you think I’m capable of being home alone one. ”Rochelle looked up with a puzzled look. “Okay.” She said.Maddi rushed to lay on the couch and buried her head in Rochelle’s lap. “Mom, you’re going to be a grandmother.” She blurted. “I got someone pregnant last month.”Rochelle smirked. She ran her fingers through Maddi’s silty hair. “Honey, you’re 22. I was wondering what was taking so long.”“I haven’t even finished college yet.” Maddi cried. “What am I going to do?”But her mother rolled her eyes. “Goodness, Madison. You’re acting like you’re. " Seth turned his attention back to the corporal. "Calls us 'buttermilk rangers' and such. Him and Imboden had some kind of loud row a while back. Lot a'ruffled feathers. Down in Virginia, when we had our back agin the wall," Wainder was saying, sitting Indian-style in the shade, "up came old Jube, a'riding and a'cussin' and a'waving that white hat of his'n with the Stonewall Brigade right behind him, double timin'. Drove off them bluejackets jus' like that. Hadn't been for him, me an' a lot.