I .... I was a girl.I dont know what I would have done if Anne and Jill and John hadn't camebursting into my room at that point, and John asked "You o...ay, dude?" No. I'm not. I'm not okay. Cause I'm not a dude. I'm a freaking girl!"There was a shocked silence for a moment, and then he said, "Yeah. I .. Ithink you are." It ... makes sense," Jill said.Anne sat on my bed, and hugged me. "It will be okay. I always wanted ababy sister."And so the longest, and strangest journey began for me.John was. I pushed the panty down and Ranuk helped me in removing it completely. “Dig in, and sucker that pussy that you wanted so much” said Ranuk and I didn’t wait for anything. I buried my face in her pussy and moved my tongue all over her, tasting my mom’s juice. I was licking and sucking the very hole I came from, 17 years ago.Ranuks pants were off and he was watching us licking each other. After a moment he moved towards mom, took her hand and placed it on his cock. Mom saw him from the corner of. Yes. He was Mr. X. He didn’t know who, (I’ll call me ’miss’,) he was PM’ing, and it was me! The Dad..(Mr. X)I loved reading good porn stories. I read a newcomer story and there was just something about her writing that really got me turned on. This ‘miss’ girl responded back to my first PM and that started a wonderful thing going. I fantasized about her just like the perfect girl I had always wanted and our PM’s got hotter and hotter. We didn’t send any pictures, we let our imaginations do. Rotating it in my fingers. Squeezing at the tip. Tugging. Dragging at the flesh. Releasing and reattaching. Pain splinters slashing through my flesh as I pull at the grasping clamp bringing my sagged flesh taut. "Bitch." Sobbing it now. Exhaling in ragged pants. A second peg descending onto my untroubled nipple. "Bitch." Pain sparks flying across my chest my flat palm striking freely across the peg ends making them dance, each blow a further degradation, a further affirmation, worthless,.