What do you want?" I'm so scared I can barely get the words out."You, Charlotte. I want you. I've wanted your hot blonde body for a while but it felt ...ight to wait until you turned 18. You're 18 now, Charlotte. We're finally going to have some fun together." He presses the flat of the knife blade on top of his penis head.My heart hurts and my stomach churns. I have no doubt what he wants from me. Oh god no!"Please ... no," I tremble out."You're overdressed for this occasion. Why don't you take. The girls shifted slightly, allowing Rory to be fully on top of the young woman who had become her friend, her classmate and now her lover. Slapping sounds filled the car as the brunette drove herself again and again against Paris. The two dripping pussys kissed again and again. Sweet nectar ran from each of them, mingling together where the friction of their young bodies turned it into perfume.The girls frantically ground against each other. Paris' fingers dug into Rory's ass. Her feet, braced. But David was gone;there was no David, only Petra.She panicked a little when she realised that her keys were still atBethany's flat but she knew that a spare key to the front door washidden under a flowerpot. She opened the door to the terrace house andput a finger to her lips indicating for William to be quiet. He had tohelp her up the stairs, not so much because of the booze and the dope,but because she was still learning to walk in her high heels.David often left the door to his flat. He checked the tightnessof the large red bow he had tied into the wig the night prior before heplaced on his wig cap and pinned the wig in place. As Joss shifted hishead the long, blonde, synthetic fibers of the wig that extended wellpast the hemline of his skirt brushed against the back of his arms andlegs.Joss grinned at the effect that the wig had on him. He saw not a traceof masculinity on his face or body. The only hint he saw of it was hisAdam's apple. He did not linger on that for.