My thumb pushed her hood away from her hard clit revealing it in all its beauty. The tip of my tongue speared it eliciting a whimper from Susie after ...hich I flicked at it repeatedly. As her noises grew in volume I circled it faster until I saw her face redden and her breathing became ragged. I sucked her button between my lips and delivered one last caress with my tongue which shoved Susie over the edge.Her slim toned legs clamped on my head as her lithe body twisted about on my padded. He knew this wasn’t right. He was sure he was the only person in existence who did this. He knew something was wrong with him, and he rebelled more. When he was seventeen he met Roger. Roger was a petty thug. He was twenty-three, tall and lanky, but muscular. His arms were covered with tattoos from his shoulders to his wrist. There were scrolls twisting up his arms like vines, but they weren’t vines. Entangled in the scrolls were words written in ornate letters. They weren’t words that you. That was also the first time I got high, and the cosmic symbiosis of those two events shaped my life for the next 8-9 years.I was mesmerized by the way Jerry Garcia played the guitar, they way Phil Lesh played lead bass lines, the seamless ebb and flow of the music, a free form of rock I'd never heard before.I came away determined to have that experience as often as possible, and from then on, almost right up to the bitter end in 1995, not long before Jerry died, I was a dedicated Deadhead.Oh,. I had bought a dress from a charity shop super cheap, some girl’s underwear from a super market, and had “borrowed” my older sisters wig (she had a lot of wigs). One day when I thought the house was empty, I got naked, then put on the underwear (I stuffed my bra with socks), the dress and the wig. I had just put everything on and was checking myself out in the mirror, when I started from hearing noises from the next room. It was my younger brothers room. I didn’t realise he was still in..