I was 15. The day that… the thing happened, so long ago. The day of the nightmare. We had been reading Shakespeare’s ‘ a midsummer night’s dre...m’. Then… dammit! No! I can’t think about that now! I can’t lose my cool! Wait-a-minute, ‘these mortals’, that’s it… A part of me then lurched awake, a part I hadn’t known was there. A part that said ‘Yes, that’s it! Ask about that!’ ”These mortals’, you speak as though you aren’t one.’ I gulped nervously. The shitbrick factory started up again. ‘Just. So what made that screech? Wait! I spied Spencer on his bike pedaling into the drive. I dropped back down and ran crouched over to our pool house and went into the half-bath. I stood in front of the mirror and struggled to catch my breath. As my pulse slowed I began to grin back at myself. You sly dog! A blowjob and abbreviated tit-fuck all in the same morning! If this was to be indicative of my summer break, I was in for a real good time! I went out to the pool and began cleaning it. Just then. I said sure and he said he pick me up about 7 pm.That gave me time to take bath and shave smooth and do evreything I needed too. I did my make up and went into my room.I picked out a pink corset with pink gartor straps on it matching thong and bra glued my fake silcone breast on an tucked and tape my cock down flat. I put on a pair of tan seamed back thigh hi stocking an hooked the gartors straps to them.I hadn't picked out a dress yet but my mom and aunt stopped by and picked one out for me.. The adults partaking in a great feast featuring three pigs, countless ears of corn and of course endless rivers of beer. By the end of the day many had left, having great distances to travel: Across the Hudson to Nyack, up the river to the Village of Sing Sing or down towards Dobbs Ferry. Several people had even sailed up from New York City.Brom, living just down the road was, of course present. Ichabod had found permanent lodging north of the village and had borrowed a semi-lame nag named.