” I looked at him because that seemed to come from nowhere. After starring at him for several seconds, I looked at Elizabeth and was surprised she...was looking directly at me. “You want to,” she asked me? I now looked at her stunned and she continued, “It would give him a thrill and I wouldn’t mind.” I shook my head and blinked my eyes stunned by this. “Was that a no,” she asked? I again sat there a few more seconds stunned and then fumbled with my answer, “Um, no. . . I mean, um no it. ??You?re saying to set my sights a little lower?? I ask.?Well?? Krystie says with a slight grimace. ?Maybe I wouldn?t put it THATway exactly!"Needless to say, I don?t call Stephen- Krystie?s former agent- thefollowing day, or the day after that. Easter comes and goes, bringingwith it Dannii?s much-wanted ?playboy bunny? party, even if our bunnycostumes are just old ballet leotards with fluffy tails stuck on ourbottoms and old hairbands with ears attached. Before too long, April 24throlls. I was closely following her instructions and slowly pushed inside, but it was not going in. She said it is very tight. So, she took out a box of petroleum jelly and applied it to the inner walls of the pussy.Then she asked me to push slowly. I did it, and this time, I could feel the warmth of the pussy on my dick when it was going in. She told me to move in and out slowly to penetrate. I was doing it, and my dick came out of the pussy. She again held it and pushed it inside, and told me not to. So between, my mother being in jail or in a "mental ward" drying out, andmy father (and brother) being in jail for drunkenness and fighting, youcould say that my family was dysfunctional. I never had to live as "a ward of the state", but there were many timeswhen that option had been considered by the authorities. The first justification to my being abused and neglected was that I wasnot a wanted member of the family. My brother was "the son", the strongmanly son that they had always wanted. I.