. she remained quiet with her mouth open but I felt it so much more with my cock than I did with my tongue... her pussy actually tightened like a clam... around my cock as she cum, Oh boy she was awesome, her whole body started to shake but it was her soaking wet pussy and how griped my dick that was so breath taking... she was tighter than a virgin and knew how to use that tightness... I could not help it, after all I had felt I could not hold it any longer... I gave it one final deep. "Stop, whore! You have been a good girl now you are going to get fucked!" he said as he pulled me to my feet by my hair and bent me over the waiting tree. He pulled my shorts down and pulled my thong aside. He pulled a small tube of lubricant from his short's pocket and began lubing my tight asshole, swirling his fingers all around the rim and sliding two fingers into me. I felt the doorknob of his dickhead press against my hole as he slowly entered me. I moaned in pain and pleasure as my. Maybe things will change."I didn't know what to do. With the bowl of chips in my left hand, myright hand started to shake a little. My fingers started to curl into afist. My palms were getting sweaty, a little sweat rolled down my brow.Was this my chance to stand up? To show that I could be more than just asissy? After four years being humiliated by my family and their friends.Years of wearing only girls clothes, being a maid and serving others.Three years of the kids at school teasing me about. It was great talking about our pasts as if we were old friends. Later when we moved on to music, I was in there battling for my style. He didn't get upset when I as near as dammit called him an old fogey, he smiled and countered my words. He didn't demolish my arguments he just got me to view music in a slightly different way. When he talked about what music meant to him I felt ashamed of myself. He was describing how I felt about music when I was in my teens. Somewhere along the way, I had.