Her big blue eyes were riveted to the man’s gigantic prick and a shiver of fear mixed with unwonted excitement shot through her body. His cock...looked more like an instrument of torture than an organ meant for pleasure. Compared to the nice young pricks she’d become accustomed to, this swollen, wet club of a cock looked dangerous. His prick was very long, terribly thick, and throbbed like giant wet heart. The man attached to the cock was not a nice man, that. I considered the room and decided it was probably adequate, as there were not that many kids that were usually on board. It was then that I noticed a uniformed lady sitting in a corner observing the children. She was sitting quietly, observing. I asked her, "Why don't you come play with the children? I'm sure you would have more fun if you did."The young lady stood and said, "I am not sure I'm allowed to mingle in that manner, Sir."I looked at Margaret and asked, "Wouldn't it be better if the. It looked like he pulled her to him. “You ready?” He asked her. “I was just explaining to George.” His hand slipped lower to her pub region and he kissed her on the neck. She smiled and let him lean her head to give him access. What the fuck was I seeing? Jealousy and rage hit me in the gut. Then he walked away. I stood to go after him, and she pushed me back. “Sit down, Rambo. Hear me out.” “What the fuck was that? This is what you’re doing to punish me, isn’t it?” “That, dear, was the deal.. ElizabethTaylor had never had a more womanly hairdo. I was simply, a beautifulgirl. But I was a boy. An all-American, red blooded, baseball playing,girl chasing boy. Now I was that girl. My thoughts were a mess and Iwas about to explode.As soon as we got home, Father and Marie came to meet us in the livingroom. I looked at Father with questions in my eyes and even as he wasadmiring my hairdo, I could see that he knew that I had questions forhim. Marie giggled and patted my firm hair and made.