He raised his head up and started moving upward again kissing my tummy, my breasts, my nipples, then he was kissing my mouth again. I could taste my j...ices on his lips, on his tongue. Then he reached down and I could feel him placing his cock against my pussy, he began sliding it against me, moving it against me.I was so excited, yet so terrified. I didn't know whether to cry, scream, beg him to stop, or beg him to put it inside me.He raised up and placed my ankles on his shoulders. I grasped. A guide to us all, my young man.“I have such love and esteem for him that, despite being a lesbian in my sexual orientation, I make exceptions for him and for my brother, Steve, to bed and breed me. NO ONE ELSE. I feel the need to stipulate that because of ... recent events. There must be no confusion on this point.“I have plenty of love for all of you, more than you could guess. I will happily feed you, hug you, cry with you, comfort you, let you cry on my shoulder, worship with you, pray with. Even today when I see a crucifix, all those fantasies flood my senses—Thank heavens for those fantasies because they were my only ally as I suffered alone in the cold dark hall of my home away from home.. Looking up at the cross brought back all those fantasies. They were my way of dealing with the hard floor and my aching shoulders and arms. Under stress you do with what you got. Back then all I had were my fantasies.Unlike loss of weekend privileges or, movie nights, or detention, the. It is good that I have a great deal of money and can set up a snug new place back in the style I had so often wanted during the years before marriage and put it all on ice. My nice country farm would become the home for me and my alter ego. I was going to start ‘dressing’ again, enjoying my private world again and loving the feel of feminine clothing be it of woven cloth or nicely formed bespoke rubber wear - in fairness the rubber was by far the preferable. My main question at first was.