His hand slid down over the flat of my stomach, rough, sandpaper fingers against the soft skin of my belly and then drifting onto the tight, smooth cl...ng of my yoga pants. He didn’t pause there, those searching fingers quickly finding the already aching nub of my clit and pressing it, sending a chill throughout my entire body.In my mind, two warring factions raged.He leaned closer to me, his breath hot on my neck, making the tiny hairs stand at attention. “You know, when you first moved in, I. I have watched my mum and Debbie do it so often and with the practice I have had, its second nature. As I wait for my fingers and toes to dry I start to think about my outfit with this colour varnish, it's got to be one of Debbie's slut outfits. I think Debbie knows about my little secret after all it was her who got me started, from an early age she dressed me in mums clothes, 'dressing up' we would call it and I always wanted to play. We have not done that since I was about 10 but I still. Before I knew it, sunset was already upon me, and I still hadn’t eaten. I ordered a quick bite at the bar, then hit the ammo shack for another full load, plus whatever else I could find space for. I hustled back to the clubhouse, where I had left all my protective equipment, including a flak vest that managed to go unnoticed when I turned in my military gear. I donned my vest, ammo belt, radio, knee, shin, and elbow pads and waited for further instructions with my helmet and gun on my hip. My. He had always been an outcast, being a sissy and not very good at social politics. He was a burden to any team he joined, and herefore simply never joined in the sports which were the arena where the Straitsville teenage pecking order was determined. On the totem pole of status, he was way down, though being a cute white blonde gave him distinction he couldn't appreciate. Many kids didn't even exist on the totem pole, society had form to maintain after all. Even Wanda (called 'slug' by the.