Knowing that some kind of action would be my best recourse, I set about exploring Susie with my hands. Her body was so sensual and exotic, so petite, ...o sleek and she was in such good physical condition. What also struck me the more I touched her was how different she was from the Susie I had helped raise. That Susie was almost a wallflower, dressing down, quiet and casual in her attitudes. The hot little thing in bed with me was a perfect little miniature doll done up in silk, lace and sexy. Deep down, I did wish he would have left her for me. But I know that would never happen. After my things are shoved in my suitcase, I flop down onto the king size bed and close my eyes. I think about Tiffany kissing me and punishing me. It was so hot. I would have loved for it to continue. I wonder what else she would have done to me had John not interrupted. I imagine what it would have been like, had the situation been different. I fantasize about being with John and Tiffany. I. This story takes place when I was either an early teen. All I am doing is retelling what happened to me. In no way am I condoning u******e sex, or any of the acts that happen in this or any other of my stories.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~“John! John where are you?” I called walking down stair into the basement area. I was at a sleepover with all my cousins. We were playing hide-and-seek and John was the only one left. “Seriously you can come out now.. I looked in the mirror, and damn I looked good. I hardly recognized myself. We went to house party, and it was very weird wearing heels, but I did manage. There was a bunch of people there and I was a little surprised how many people I knew, that didn't know who I was. I was really getting into my girl motif and was kinda checking out some of the guys. I wasn't gay but just the way some of them was looking at me, was really turning me on. Nothing came out of the evening, but I went home.