As I anticipated she had on ugly white cotton panties. I moved over to the end table and removed a pair of scissors, I slid them under the edge of her...panties, and I cut them off. I looked at her to see her reaction, it was priceless, and her face was red and flushed from embarrassment at me exposing her pussy. She had not been shaved, it appeared ever, and her pussy was layered in black curly hair that was rather wild. She had plumb little pussy lips, that were parted so slightly since I had. WHEN MOM TOLD ME TO GET MY CLOTHES OFF AND TO GET INTO MY NEW HOLLOWEEN COSTUME OUTFIT, I LOOKED AT HER FUNNY!! I WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL AND SUDDENLY FELT SO PROPER AND FAMILY BOUND? MOM THEN TOLD ME SHE HAD CHANGED MY DIAPERS AND SEEN MY LITTLE PETER COUNTLESS TIMES. I TOLD HER THEN THAT IT WASNT A LITTEL PETER ANY MORE. MOM SMILED AND I WILL NEVER FORGET THE WORDS THAT CAME OUT OF HER MOUTH THEN. SHE TOLD ME THAT SINCE I WAS VERY YOUNG, SHE KNEW I WAS BORN GAY. THAT I DISPLAYED LOTS OF FEMININE. Jenny begins to sob, thinking I was mocking her. I ignored her sobs and reached around to unclasp her bra, freeing her breasts. Her nipples immediately hardened in the cold. I started to knead her breasts with both hands, never taking my lips off of hers as I did. " Kiss me back. I promise I'll be nice to you if you just do what I say. If you don't, I'm going to have to tie you up and fuck you dry." The thought made her wince and so she began kissing me back. I was definitely a talented kisser,. . like you. Nihilistic, jaded, dominant, aggressive, yet sensual and loving. Firm and gentle at once. Ice and fire. Free from society’s stupid taboos and conventions, of course. Free from both my jealousy and his own. Free to love and desire whomever he wished. That’s ... you,” Monica confessed, perhaps rambling a little, but in a charming fashion, my sweet Italian princess, my lovely, ravishing future queen.“Oh, my bellissima ... I’ve hungered and burned to make you mine for ages, as I have.