’ ‘Oh, mum, you know it’s always been like this. She tells me what to do and I do it. She’s the one who’s bright and outgoing and confident,...I’m not.’ Ever since they could remember it had been she who’d decided things between them, though an outsider – anyone but the two of them and their mother – often couldn’t tell. That not-quite-telepathic knowledge they shared of each other meant that Caroline often anticipated Marianne’s ‘requests’. Over the years, the dominant/subservient roles they’d. I wanted to go back downstairs instead of having to watch or listen, but again I was rooted to the spot on the side of the bed.He slipped out of his clothes and lowered his head to her pussy, lapping at what should have been mine. By the look on her face he was doing a good job as I just got more and more jealous. The rage inside me was bursting to get out but his rippling muscles and size soon stopped me!It wasn’t long before she pulled his head up spurring him on to work his way back up her. The hardest thing I had to do in my day was to not get hard taking a shower everyday! Thats when I first noticed bi-sexual thoughts. They urges got stronger and I got more and more tempted to grab that dick. I started to experiment with my ass. I tried to work my finger in but virgin ass is TIGHT! Slowly, I got one finger in. It hurt but I liked it. I knew I wanted more.One night I was in the barracks, looking at porn, and it finally got to be too much, I needed a dick in me. NEEDED to finally. I was here. Here where I shouldn't be but now was. I parked my oldbroken down, light tan, I called it more diarrhea colored, Plymouth Furyand got out of the car taking my bag with my dress, shoes. and lipstickkit. Turning on the sidewalk towards the theater a a burly man passed,slapped my ass and said, "Hey girl, lookin' good." Afraid I scampered tothe theater as if I would find safety there.When I pushed the blacked out door at the entrance, the same man who wasin the bathroom last week with.