" I started to cry again and my head fell down to my chest. Mom lifted my head and looked me in the eye wiping my tears away."Why are you sorry?"I kne... it wasn't exactly wrong but it seemed to be a sign of weakness, as though I was controlled by my urges."Because I'm acting like a slut," I said, I was tearing up but my voice didn't crack. Then Mom shocked me."And what if you are?" I couldn't understand what Mom meant. I just stared at her the way I stared at my teachers: dumbly. "Is there. I'm very happy to meet Bell.” Then she sniffled and another tear-drop fell. This time it landed on my doll's porcelain face just below one of her Crystal green eyes. “Look Mom,” I said, still trying to make her feel better. “Bell is happy to meet you too. See, she's crying tears of joy just like you.”“I didn't think I said anything wrong but after I said that Mom started crying again. It didn't take long for the whole family to come to her side and helped her stand up. Then they lead her. Probing, wonderful kisses, all the while circling and caressing her tit. Occasionally, you pinch her tit, just to hear her moan. Your mouth cannot stand it any longer, and now takes over for your hand, which moves to the other tit. You take your time, paying full attention to first one tit, and then the other. Sucking, licking, caressing, nibbling, pinching, squeezing --- you are fully occupied until you feel her hand on your head, urging you down to her most sensative spot. Without missing a. Shouldn't we be studying, Kylee? I mean, I thinkI've proven I'm man enough for anything you want, but..."And just like that, Kylee's kittenish look was replaced by the steel-eyedlevel stare that greeted anyone who dared challenge her supremacy in thesocial order. "Sweetie, do you see your clothing anywhere?" Uh, no. What did -- " So tell me, what do you think everyone will say if I tell them thatKevin George came into my room and begged, pleaded me to dress him up inmy underwear? Let's say I.