It was hard to tell, with some of the costumes. Shit, why couldn't I have been born gay, he thought. At least, there seem to be a lot more men here t...an women with a fetishistic bent. His hopes rose again when a young woman in an outrageous blonde wig and 1920's flapper dress walked up to him with two glasses of champaign. She looked like a gangster's moll from a movie. "Hoy they-uh," she said. He grinned. She even had the accent down pat. "Hey, baby doll," he said in his best imitation of. But all in all he was a gentle man and young Victoria had found a special place in her heart for him. Somewhere deep inside herself she knew she liked this relationship because it was safe. All of the innocent young girl's natural cravings drew her toward men, her awakened hormones building an appreciation into her vibrant young senses for the deep sound of a masculine voice, the virile odor, the size and power of males. Victoria instinctively knew that if she let herself go she would find. Stacy pointed out the two other girls and introduced me, "This," she said indicating a girl with short brown hair, "is my sister Bree." Hello Bree." Hi," was all she said. She didn't exactly seem to like me very much. She didn't smile, didn't wave, and she was the one who had gasped when she saw me come out of the house."And this," Stacy said, pointing to the other girl, who was basically a younger clone of Stacy, "is Nicole. Nicole's our baby sister." I'm no baby, I'm almost fifteen!" she. My favorite perfume was Opium and it had always excited me. I'd been smelling it recently when I went there, just a hint. But she wasn't there then and never would be again. I stood looking, with tears on my face remembering the last time. I did find her then and I did get her on her stomach and I fucked her from behind until she came very hard. She got loud sometimes and I'd had to put my hand over her mouth to keep anyone form hearing her. That excited her more and when she finished she'd.