More than when he duct-taped my mouth shut when I was eight years old.When the car came to a stop, Skye got out to use the bathroom. Meanwhile, my har...-on wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, so I did the only thing I could. I tucked it up into my waistband and got out to do the same. I thought about "taking care of it" in the bathroom, figuring that it would make the remaining trip more comfortable, but I couldn't get myself to be THAT guy. I had lived my entire life avoiding the title of "guy. Like in no time her luxurious house turned into a crowded smokey place full of teens and weirdos. Those kinds of parties have a certain vibration that would always make me want more, so I followed her upstairs to her bedroom when she went to change. “Need some help?” was the only cheap line I could find, but it worked! “Yea” she replied and after I took her shirt off the next thing I know was that we were cuddling in the bed. Her lips were so soft and she could do those amazing things with. The outfit might have been somber, but the wide open smile that she favored the city with and the dancing light in her eyes wiped any of those thoughts away.Her companion pressed a button and waited for the door to close. The elevator began to rise and she stepped forward to stand immediately behind the other woman. She was taller, with a full, rounded body. Also brunette, her hair was darker, almost the deep rich color of the paneling surrounding the door. Her generous breasts strained at her. "You look very pretty, Princess Megan." Megan," I thought, "I must be in her class at school."Megan's mother walked over and said hi. She asked if we wanted to go Trick-or- Treating with their group: her daughter and a few other girls from 'my' class. Megan was a princess, one girl was Misty from Pokemon, one was Mimi from Digimon, one girl was even the woman from "Kill Bill.' I eyed that yellow gym suit with envy. All she was wearing was pants and a shirt, and I was stuck in this stupid skirt.