I saw her going to her room, and after waiting for like twenty minutes, I first went to Mom’s room. I called her a couple of times but she was in a...deep sleep and didn’t respond to my voice. I approached the study room to finally see my dad and get him to fuck me. As I entered the study room, I found out that Dad was not lying, he had fallen asleep in the comfy chair and he had a file in his lap. He was working late. Being a good daughter I should have just left after putting a blanket on. " This issue'scover story is "Murder on the Runway," the plot of which has Mark dress"as a model to solve a mystery." (Wait! Is this Fashion Reporter orUndercover Crossdressers?)The third issue presents Mark as a damsel in distress. An assassinbursts through the balcony widows, into Mark's room, where he looksfrightened, standing in a full-length gown. By clueing readers intohis thoughts, the periodical makes it clear that "The killer mustthink" he is "Yvonne" since "he doesn't realize". Leaning in I traced the tip of my tongue around her clit. Her hands reached down and tangled themselves in my long brown hair. Smirking against her skin I ran my fingertips in a circle around her entrance. They were immediately covered in her sweet juices. Sucking on her clit I added pressure, leaning into her pussy. Her legs spread wider as I pressed two fingers deep inside of her. She moaned deeply, filling the air around us with her delicious aroma and arousing noises. I started to finger. I began to grind on her again and we danced for a while longer. I turned again so we were back to front. She put one hand on my hip and with her other began massaging my clit. I spun around and she began to kiss me. I had never been with a girl before and this was amazing, so different from being with a guy but at the same time exactly the same. I could taste her cherry lip gloss and when she slid her fingers back between my legs I didn’t stop her. She broke the kiss and began to rub and.