The dark-haired daughter of Robin Hood was kneeling in docile reverie inside the tiny chapel next to the main gathering room of the castle when Sir La...rence strode in with all the pomp and circumstance of a Knights Templar intent on his mission to communicate with God. She huddled under the shield of her forest green hood and tried her best to shrink into a puddle of invisibility in the corner pew made of hand-split oak. She drew her cloak tighter around her shivering body hoping the handsome. “Gudrun!” Frieda actually made it there first.“Rebecca, what’s wrong?” the brooch on her pajama top translated.“Oh, God,” Rebecca moaned. “Get your mother, Frieda!”Gudrun stood in the doorway. “Are you sick, Rebecca?”“Yes!” Rebecca complained. Then, suddenly mortified, she cried, “I’m fine! I just need a moment, okay!” She winced as Gudrun dropped to a knee beside her and placed a hand on her shoulder.“You were ill yesterday morning, too, Rebecca.”Rebecca defiantly shook her head, but then. We grew up in the suburbs near Philadelphia, which has a sizeable Puerto Rican population, and we had a representative mix of Caucasian, black, and Latino friends. My name is Ed, and this story takes place when I am forty-two years old and Denise is forty-three. But first, it will be helpful for you to understand a little about our pasts.Denise was seventeen years old and a senior in high school when I was sixteen and a junior. She had been dating a Puerto Rican Boy named Luis since she was a. So we set up a time to meet,well about twenty minutes or so before we where to get together I would leave and get dressed in a nice little area near me where I could put on my sissy things. I drove to the lot where he told me he had parked his truck, I was fully dressed in some very sexy thighs, thinking of all the cars that I came up to a stops lights only knew what I was wearing,my car has tinted windows so no one could see inside, but in a way I wish they could of.Well feeling as horny as i.