It is now that the gangly beanpole introduces himself to me. ‘Robert of the parish of Oaklea in the west of this fair shire,’ he declares serious...y, puffing out his chest with pride, ‘But everyone at home calls me Robin,’ he finishes his introduction with a disarmingly shy boyish grin. ‘Good afternoon to you, young Robin of Oaklea,’ I reply with an easy smile. I try not to betray my inner emotions as the name of his parish careens through my head like the flooding waters of a collapsing dam. . Auntie Evie's voice brought me back to the moment. "Oh yes, Laurie, it'sdefinitely Dale! I've waited so long for this moment. I told you it wasjust a matter of time before we caught him! Our make-up was disappearingso fast! Smudges on our clothing! Those constant erections every time hesaw us dressing or putting on make-up! All the classic signs of a boywho's really a 'wanna-be-girl'!"Auntie Evie continued, "The 'clincher' was when Patti said to me theother morning, 'Mommy, there was a girl. The rain was still hard and little did I knew the experience was about to get more horny.Disha madam asked me to call home and tell my mother I was at her house safe and would return when the rain stopped. I did it. She held my hand and took me to her bedroom saying, I needed cleaning. She made me stand in front of the mirror and removed my robe and panty. I was whole nude in front of her. She cleaned me with a towel. I was awestruck, not uttering a single word but just enjoying what was. Well we had been out there for almost 6 hours and I couldn't belive how many men that wanted me and fucked me.Well I was down to my last rubber and so was Dianne and I told her that I was glad that I helped and being payed to let them fuck me.I told her I wanted the my last john of night to have a monster cock and really fuck me hard.It had got dead last few mintues when a older colored man pulled up.He was very polite and nice and asked me if I was working.I said yes and told him that i was a.