EVEN IF SHE DID SEE UP YOUR SKIRT, THERE'S ONLY A TINYBULGE IN YOUR KNICKERS."Which was more embarrassing? For her to see that I was a boy wearingknic...ers? Or for her to see that there was only a tiny bulge in them?When we got home I had a good look at my reflection in the hall mirror.I liked the way my shoes changed the shape of my legs. And made mybottom more prominent. The dress fitted me well. I liked it. I had theappearance of a rather flat-chested girl. From the neck down. My headand face. .. and still holding on firm and pulling and pushing...! Oh, god, what is happening! He pulled me up until my back pressed against his sweaty, broad chest. His body enveloped mine, though he still thrust hard into me, where I enveloped him. My hands left the mattress, to feel his hands on my hips, then to move, disbelieving to those at my midsection, and then over those massaging my breasts. They were all his, somehow, or they seemed to be, but they couldn't. Disconcerted I tried to pull at. It made me to laugh and fall back asleep when nightmares plagued me. They doted on me for I was their youngest and only living child.’ ‘My father never kissed me where a blow would serve, and a blow did always serve.’ ‘On the morrow I will serve him blows enough in recompense to make him smart until the second coming.’ Lord Reynard snarled. ‘You cannot…’ ‘…Do not shield him Lilac, he merits it not. Striking a blow on another man full grown be one thing, striking a tiny child ano…’ ‘…You mistake. This fact turned me on to no end and I fingered myself thinking as if it was him fingering me. I did this so impulsively, as soon as he left, I was still able to smell his cum from my own face. I came so hard and collapsed on the floor. Then I spent about 15 minutes there just feeling empty inside with no thoughts and just soaking in that slutty bliss and my cum.Eventually, I got up to clean myself up and wipe down the cum, clean the room to make it stop smelling like sex. Since I came, I.