There is sugar and spice and (mostly) everythingsissy-nice! So, if lots of frilly outfits, swishy behavior and a littlekinky sex are your thing, pleas... read on. If not, thanks for lookinganyway. It is also a purely fictional fantasy work. No references are intendedto portray any actual persons, places or events whether past or present.This chapter is rated R, however, some future chapters may be rated X.Please be of appropriate age or be gone! A note to my (God bless you all!) loyal readers: I. But she always gave me too much and I hated how it made my little tummy all stretched tight.I preferred the nice tingly feeling I got,like when I played with my willy.Daddy smiled at me and did his funny rolling eyes at the ceiling.I tried not to laugh 'cause mam would get annoyed."Oh leave the lad alone,woman,he's a growing boy we know,and a fine boy he is.But you give him way too much,aint that right son?"Oh hell,please don't have another row,I silently pleaded.Mam and daddy had been doing. A black outline around her protruding chest. Must have been her bra. I got excited and then tried to open the nearest window for a better view. I tried to open it slightly, but the damn window made a shriek.She was about to turn and I bent down and hid behind the wall. It was getting too risky. So I moved back stealthily, keeping my head low, and returned to the couch in the drawing-room. My heart was beating from all that happened.I was partly excited, partly tensed, and above all that, I was. I’d walked five times round the block trying to summon up the courage to finally enter. Inside I’d kept my eyes to myself, trying to block out the presence of the other men (and it was all men) inside. I’d picked out five magazines quickly, judging them entirely by their covers. To my surprise, and slight disappointment, the man behind the counter didn’t bother to ask me for proof of age.The magazines were placed in a brown paper bag, which was handed to me with the top merely folded over. I.