If you admitted to any sexual activity, going topless, or at least opening your blouse, was acceptable. There was a line, and every girl was familiar ...ith it: you kept your pants on. Of course that line blurred and more or less vanished after the Prom, but you at least faked being true to it.You never, ever, under the slightest circumstances, admitted to doing anything with an adult except gazing from a distance. I, for instance, came in for absolutely no condemnation for gazing at a coach who. However, I was still unsure. At the sametime its claim to re-ignite the fires of passion in my life was a soundselling point. And that all led to my foolishness.I suppose I should have left well enough alone, but how was I to knowwhat would happen to me. But even had I known, I would have neverbelieved it possible. All that mattered was I had a chance to get herback.In any event, I sent for that promised miracle that was the subject ofthe spam email.Oddly, it arrived the following Friday. When. A year. Or longer. It was then I saw Daddy, grinning at me as each man handed him cold, hard cash, making sure I saw it for myself for the first time. My pussy clamped around cock as I moaned, cumming harder than I ever have in my life. My juices splattered against the back of the bench and ran down to the floor as my current fucker milked my prostate with each thrust. I could no longer think or imagine, I could only feel the pleasure and effect of the realization that I was truly a sissy. My sight cleared and I began thinking clearly. I dropped to my knees,kissed the head of his prick and bit as hard as I could and punch him in the balls. Joy stood gazing in misbelief. He screamed in pain and fell to the floor."You bastard, what did you give us? You d**gged us didn't you?I began hitting him. Trying to get away, he tripped as his pants were still around his ankles."Quick, Joy, grab your things and let's get out of here."In the hall we only had time to put on our tops and jeans,.