Then the fun starts...You grow up in the racist sixties in the Deep South, you're raped by your stepfather and it's your fault because you're differen.... You have a roll of dimes taped tight that makes hitting lethal and you learn to use a knife. You never smile or laugh or cry and when your so-called parents walk out you know it's your fault. From the start you can't understand the games boys play... you do them anyway. When your seventeen you walk away from a scholarship and join the Air. “It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay.” When quite evidently it is not.Not knowing what to do, I hug her; pulling her head against my chest, encircling her in my arms, stroking her hair and back as I repeat “It’s okay” over and over again as gently as my voice allows.She’s a stranger. If I’ve seen her before then I don’t remember her, but perhaps she’s one of those people who sits quietly off to one side and goes about her life unnoticed by those of us who demand attention. Maybe she’s always. I thought to myself, ‘Why on earth would she be questioning her sexuality.’, but the thought of her questioning herself was more than a little intriguing. But I had decided a long time ago that for this to be true that she had to open door, I was going to force anything on her. After long silence she said, “Hey Shelly, can ask you a question?” “Sure, silly you can ask me anything, you know that’” I responded. “It’s a bit of a personal question,” she said. I she said, “okay”, hoping that this. Riding Hood spread her legs open to the Big Bad Wolf giving him all access to eat her young pussy. The wolf held her down and ran his tongue all over her pussy as she would start fucking his face, the wolf would shove his tongue deep in her hole as deep as he could.. Then Little Red Riding Hood wrapped her lags around the Big Bad Wolf’s head and flipped him back on the bed and took his cock deep in her throat. As the wolf tried to howl in pleasure she pushed her pussy over his mouth, telling.