My fists clenched, my body trembling. “First, you are never touching alcohol again. You’ll—” My thoughts burned. A thousand needles stabbed in...o my mind. My words cut off into a groan as my vision fuzzed black for a moment. I didn’t care. “It makes you sick. Beer, wine, spirits. It doesn’t matter. Any alcohol wants to make you throw up.”The pain flared through my mind, but I talked through them, my words growing tighter. When I finished, I sucked in deep breaths, the discomfort retreating as my. His parents had recognized he had seemed to be in some distress butwaited for him to bring it up. Suddenly Stephen started to cry andfinally blurted out: "I think I'm in love with Norman and I know thatmakes me homosexual and damned for all eternity!"His parents were horrified and questioned him extensively. Among the manytears and recriminations ultimately perhaps out of exhaustion Steven toldhow he longed to be the girl cuddled up with her boyfriend and that hewas a failure as a boy and was. There is nothing that turns me on more than being toyed with like this, being kept on the edge of sexual contact, and Pete knew this, but I guess he couldn’t wait any longer. Slowly I felt his fingers slide over my mound until they found my little pink labia, already wet with my sexual juices. I parted my thighs slightly, allowing my pussy lips to open just enough to admit one questing finger. I let out an almost primitive groan as I felt that finger slip inside my hot slit, probing into me,. I’m old school I like to take what I want and not take no for an answer. My dark past as I am to reveal to you no one else has ever known. My name is John McCracken and I like to take things that aren't mine. Late one night I was closing the store and I had one female cook finishing up the cleaning in the kitchen. I told her I was going to close up soon so she needed to hurry up because I wanted to go home I’d been at work for over 13 hours and I was spent. She responded "Ok" . I go back to.