As far as I know, there is only one kind of Barbie. She always looks like this." ( Later, Barbie developed many sizes and identities, but this was aro...nd 1960.) It took a week or before I completely absorbed the idea that Barbie wasn’t ever going to look like me or Rachel or my mom or anybody I ever knew. My attitude toward her changed. Rachel (my sister) and I regularly tortured and defiled Barbie, pulling off her legs and arms, and burning her breasts with wooden matches. We cut her long legs. She always knew she would be; from an early age.No, it wasn’t because her father had sexually abused her; or that she couldn’t attract boys because she was unattractive; on the contrary, it was keeping men at arm’s length that was a problem for her; she was very slim and trim.She’d always wanted to do more than skipping with the girls in the playground. She wanted to penetrate them; but she didn’t have a cock; and she felt very deprived about that!Cocks fascinated her as they do with any girl;. .. Here I go getting worked up again."I guess it would be OK? Why not?" Maggie reluctantly agrees.I volunteered to cover charge. After all, I couldn't have Maggie pay to be the star of the show. Wow, it is quite packed out. Mostly guys, maybe this wasn't such a hot idea. There is Trish; I wave to her behind Maggie's back so she Maggie doesn't see me. No turning back now.MaggieI don't know what has gotten into Pam. First she shows up at my house with that fuck me outfit, and then she wants to go. She smiled as she lowerd her self on to my cock. i slid all the way inside her and she moaned harder. then she started to fuck me as hard as she could, while she was riding me she dug her nails into my chest causing me to cry out in pain,she slapped me in the face and said "shut up, you like it dont you? your my little slut" she road me intil i came hard inside her. she lifted off me and rubbed her pussy in my face and told me "clean up your mess you made boy" after i cleaned up her pussy. she.