It was a mild crystal clear night; the sky was filled with stars. With no homes facing theirs, and the wooded lot to one side it gave a sense of seclu...ion, even if neighbors were mere yards away. This late at night, there was no noise of traffic echoing off the roads nearby, only the sound of the nearby stream rushing by. It was very peaceful.A little later, apparently having dozed off, Daddy was startled to hear the front storm door slam shut. He looked up at the landing and there his little. I was enthralled and kissed her, teasing and sucking her clit. She grabbed the back of my shirt to pull it over my head. With my mouth glued to her delicious pussy, that would not be easily accomplished. I released my hold and allowed her to remove my shirt. She pulled me up kissing my mouth, tasting the nectar of her sex, licking her juices from my lips. Her hands fumbled with my belt and zipper. Damn Italian slacks with all those buttons and hooks! No matter. She freed me in no time and held. I just sat there frozen to the spot shaking and scared that I'd been seen and that now he would tell my dad and I'd get the shit beaten out of me. To my surprise my dads mate just smiled and beckoned me to the door, I opened it said it's not what it looks like, his comment was 'well it looks to me as if I have a young sissy gayboy 12 yr old in front of me who wants to treated as a girl'All I could say was 'yeah your right'He replied 'right about what?'I said 'that I'm a 12yr old sissy that. Don’t love her. They were really close to the glass now, so close that their noses were almost pressed against the window in their efforts to see inside more clearly. Now he could just see through the reflection. There were various mannequins in the window. He looked more closely at them. Shit. He squinted his eyes further, straining to see, holding Emma’s hand more tightly. The mannequins. He knew them. Who they were. One was Carl. There was Bonnie. A Laura. A Jimmy. There was even a Mrs..