We were close and I began to have some doubts and wonder why I was not repelled. After all, I had a girl and was definitely not gay.The next dance was...also slow and Sully began to stroke me and fondle my buttocks. He was getting very aroused and I was getting worried. As the dance ended he cupped my face in his hands and kissed my lips. This was too much. That morning I was a regular guy and a few hours later I was in a dress being kissed and fondled.I broke away as politely as I could and. Oh my god! What's the matter? All myhair is comming off! The girls laughed at my perdicament. Come on, alittle Nair never hurt anyone. Jenny once again opened the shower doorand helped wipe off the pink cream. I stood in the shower trying tofigure out what they were going to do to me. Sarah then handed me abottle of baby oil and told me to rub it all over my body. As I did thisI could hear the two of them laughing and talking. My skin was so softand smooth as the baby oil added a sheen to my. Clay had been so excited by Zion’s birth that he called his best friend over to witness it as well. She was kind to him from the start, her voice so soft in comparison to Mr. Clay’s high-pitched one, her questions always polite and considering. It took him a while to categorize her behavior as shyness, as he was still learning what everything meant.There is something about her that keeps him watching. Every time she came over, it seemed to intensify. He has learned about beauty standards and. (My fingers are franticly fucking away now inside my tender pussy, while with my other hand I pinch and pull my nipple. The memories are still so vivid and motivational.) I recall how forcefully, mercilessly, brutally you pounded my defenseless pussy. And despite the pain, despite the humiliation of my “collar”, despite the cruel pulling of my precious red hair, you made me cum. You forced me to cum. I couldn’t have resisted you if I had wanted to. (Silently I move to straddle your gorgeous.