But it's thetattoo inked into my flesh that is the main subject here. A delicatepink script--you wouldn't have thought the big bearded brute in thelea...her vest capable of such artistic finesse--that spells out the word"sissy" on my lower abdomen. A little pink heart dots the "i." I lookinto the spaced-out eyes of the girl in photograph 9 and wonder what shewas thinking at the time. Maybe she was thinking that she could alwaysget the tattoo removed later. Maybe she drew comfort from the. We climbed up the rope ladder and she pulled out a joint. I only vaguely knew what it was, but she seemed like an old pro. She lit it and taught me how to inhale. I only took a couple hits and got super high. I’d never felt that way before… obviously. We talked for what seemed like hours (actually only about 20 minutes) when the talk turned to sex. She asked if I’d ever been with a guy. Although I’d kissed a few and one felt up my breasts in a movie theater, I’d never seen a cock, except in. One hot night we were out on the front lawn watching the 'movies' from the local drive in theatre across the paddock> yes we could seethe picture but not the sound.She arrived dressed in a pair of short green shorts, and a white see through blouse, no bra ( because it was night time I supposed).We enjoyed a glass or two of white casket wine.After the intermission she said very quietly 'just for fun would you see if you can find my best kept secret tickly spot?'After a pause she added 'there are. “Put it in your mouth!”Bertie opened up and Columbus fed his manhood to the submissive bottom.“Suck this dick, boi,” commanded Columbus. “I’m gonna fuck your molly-boy ass into submission. I’ll teach you to run away from me!” He slapped the sissy’s face as he barked at the pint-sized, effeminate captive.“What, sir,” sniveled Bertie.“You heard me, boi! Bend over!”Columbus spat on the clenched brown hole. He pushed it in using one of his large fingers. “This butt hole is tight! I gotta fuck you.