"Hi," she said in a throaty voice, "I'm Kim."Gail closed her eyes and nodded. Women have a way of understanding each other far better than men do. A l...ok, a word, a gesture, an intonation, can say so much. Men tend to make little of such scenes, putting it down as jealousy, as petty vain rivalry. Women know better: Kim had just told Gail that she knew all about her and Gail had accepted and silently pleaded for mercy.They all came pouring into the bedroom with introductions and explanations all. Just like Sandy in Moon Drops (and maybe like a lot of readers) I hadstarted trying Mom's things on when I was a very little boy, maybe fouror five. I cannot explain why I did it, but it was a very strongcompulsion. Of course they were comically big for me, but as soon as Iput her things on, I had this wonderful feeling of both calm andexcitement. Even at that very young age, I somehow knew that what I wasdoing was both wrong (not permitted) but 'right'. I did this secretlyfor a few years,. I slowed down a bit and she was ahead of me. And when she looked back to see me why I did that, I bent on my knee and gave her the rose and proposed her.She was shocked for a moment but she said yes and took the rose from me and I kissed her hand and gave her the chocolates. Then we started walking again and suddenly she held my hand and pulled me hugged me. She said I love you and She wanted to be my GF from a long time. I also hugged her and brought her close to me. She looked face and kissed. I tried to deepthroat him but I could only go halfway. He had to fuck my mouth for me to try and go deeper because I couldn’t by myself. The whole time he was moaning. He was so surprised when he started playing with my tits and felt my nipple rings. I played with his balls while spitting and sucking on his cock for about 5 minutes before he said he had to fuck me or else he’d cum. I had spit and precum all over my face but I took my leggings and thong off and laid on my back. He put one of my.