" My sister Katherine gave me that name. Alicia Peterson. I hate that nameso much. Mistress Donna was there when I was 12 and she, on my sistersreques... were turning me into a girl. They had decided that and when Ifought her, they hired Mistress Donna to take care of me. She asked for agirls name to call me and Katherine suggested Alicia. She liked it andthat was the end of the discussion."A new player entered this twisted story. He asked Allen, "Mistress Donna?Who is she?"Allen shivered as he. The gig was brilliant and the two lads missed their last bus thanks to the band doing several encores. They didn’t care, a few drinks and a gig that would be talked about was easy compensation for a taxi ride home.It was two AM when they got outside and huddled in a doorway as the typical North West weather lashed down. Car flashed its headlights and Steve headed over and Paul closely followed. The cardboard sign in the windscreen said “Atlas Cabs” and the lads slid into the back seat, happy to. He stands up and kisses me. I can taste myself on his tongue. He still has his fingers working but slows as my orgasm dwindles. Finally he releases my hands."Now see, wasn't that... Wait, no... "As soon as he releases me, I shove him round so now he's against the fence. I grab at the buttons on his jeans opening them easily. I have his jeans and boxers down before he can even finish speaking. I grab his cock and suck it into my throat so deep that I think I might suffocate. I don't care though.. When she was finished, the naked Ned yanked off her sleeveless sundress and bared her well-formed body to his view. He liked what he saw. Angelina had avoided bothersome undergarments and Ned was enflamed by her nubile wholesomeness. Without further ado, he simply plopped her nude ass on the bed and climbed between her accommodating thighs. He plunged in, exploiting her juicy cunt like the high school boys had done. Her squishy breasts teased his chest. He achieved a quick cum that relieved.