... but, as we got older, at night we loved having someone to hold. It started with a movie night. I was sixteen, she a year older, and we fell aslee... on the floor. I woke in the middle of the night to find we were cuddling. Her hand was at the top of my shorts and an arm wrapped around me. I rolled over and played with her hair and she stirred long enough to slide a hand into my shorts and grab my ass. I moved closer to her but, too confused, I simply put my arm around her and went to sleep.. ‘I’m tired,’ she yawned, ‘I shall take mine up and go to bed.’ She kissed both of us and left, I heard her go up the stairs and close the door to her room. It was good that she wanted to spend more time with us and less alone in her room and I was glad that she seemed happy and contented again. Mum shuffled up the couch until she was comfortably snugged under my arm, her head resting on my shoulder and her feet tucked beneath her. I tilted my head so that I could lightly rest my lips against. And the first thing I did was through out all those old boy clothes and made my mom take me to the thrift store and buy me a cashmere sweater and I bought a pair of falsies and my own high heels and my dad caught me and beat me with his pistol and I made up my mind that night I was going to run away from home and I stole a $100 from my mom’s jar and took my girl clothes and my mom’s make up and dressed and put on the make up and made my way to the local truck stop...and I hitched a ride with. After the third colleague added his deposit to the mixture of fluids flooding my pussy, I was overflowing with creamy goo, a river of cum draining from me and pooling underneath my ass, soaking the bedding. Laying there, staring at the ceiling, my gaping pussy twitching during intermission, I tested my restraints with a half-hearted tug, resigning myself to whatever would cum next, presumably all three of them in order, after they and I rested for a moment. But the miracle of pharmaceuticals.