Names, towns, and schools have been changed to protect the innocent (actually more to protect the not so innocent among us).Our story is one of discov...ry and exploration, of love and lust, and at times of teenage angst. But, most of all it is a story of joy. To provide some context, our story takes place when there was no internet, no DVDs, no “sexting”, no home computers, and no cellular phones; a time when most boys’ exposure to sex was through a stolen copy of Dad’s Playboy magazine or. Once they came to us, they did not leave until they graduated from high school. We had permission to use corporal punishment in a generous fashion. It was a mandate to do so! The courts knew about and approved our punishments. Our girls had not come to us for being angels, of course. They were foul mouthed and girls who displayed insubordination and were uncontrollable at the regular private schools, causing fights, injuries, and great disruption to their schools and families.The school had a. Thinkabout it now though - I wear women's underwear and hosiery every singleday, I have no hair on my body, I don't know how long it is since Ilast went for any length of time without my toe nails polished. My earsare pierced and I frequently dress entirely in women's clothes, sissyclothes really, and I wear an ankle chain that says 'sissy' and which Ifastened on myself. No guy does this to himself, but a sissy would. Iaccept that is what I am - a sissy and I like it although I don't. .. I will... OH!... Kelton, what for Christ's sake... OH!... What is going on, god?!The inevitable had happened -- the prick was stabbing with all of its might into the tight vagina -- again and again. Lad's strong hands were holding woman's hips, moving them up and down, his penis countering. The mother lost balance and her head fell onto Kelly's shoulder. The pain from the penetration and the surprise made her speechless and she was only sobbing miserably for a while. Her thoroughbred ass was.