Zitternd drehte ich mich um, zu dem M?dchen,das ich gerade los gemacht hatte. Sie sah mich aus gro?en Augen an. Inihrer Brust war ein kleines, unschei...bares Loch aus dem hellrotes Blutfloss. Offenbar war die Kugel durch mich hindurch gegangen und das Kindstand hinter mir.Ohne zu wissen, was ich tat, schloss ich sie in meine Arme, kurz bevor erdunkel um mich wurde und ich starb...Doch das war nicht das Ende. Nur wenig sp?ter kam ich wieder zu mir. Etwasschweres, warmes lag auf mir. Ich bekam. I think I had suspected this all along, but it still shocked me- Madeline was a man! I stopped what I was doing and panicked for a fewseconds - I wasn't gay! But I very quickly took stock - what of it? Sowhat if I was with another man? Societal conditioning was akin to brain-washing. As long as we weren't hurting anyone, what did it matter? And thetaboo nature of our tryst made it all the sweeter, truth be told. Madelinemust have figured that I knew and in hindsight it was perfectly obvious.I. He bent back over her and kissed her again, much harder than before. Willow wrapped her arm around him and returned his kiss with fervour. She pushed her hips up into him several times, and he got the message. His throbbing cock agreed.He sat up on his knees and helped her get the nightie off and them he happily threw it on the floor. He looked down at her now naked body and feasted on the sight of her. Willow giggled, and he looked at where her eyes were fixed. He was as hard as a rock. It. I think its what they call a baby doll nightie, girly, pink, very short with a matching pair of pink panties visible because the frilly hemline doesnt quite cover the pretty girl bottom. Could you come read me a bedtime story, Mr. Joe? she said. Sure, Linda. I followed her up to her bedroom. She was a couple steps in front of me so I got a perfectly lovely view of her young-just-beginning-to-get-nicely-rounded derriere in pink panties as she moved up the steps. I tucked her into bed, picked a.