As she was still considered a minor she let her parents deal with them. She begged their pardon and headed backstage to change.The backstage area was ...eserted. As she gathered up her things she then became aware of someone standing behind her. It was Jaz. Clad in her usual skin tight black jeans, slouch boots and a black t-shirt with the words 'SECURITY' on it, she seemed to broadcast power and sensuality."You weren't going to leave without saying good bye were you?" Jaz asked softly as she. Cassandra doesn't have much in the way of modest clothing. Ineed to sort that out because getting used to people looking at me inthis body will take some doing. I used to love attention as Brad now ithas an almost sinister tone to it. Not all the attention is wanted. Iknow how men look at women I used to be one and now it sort of creeps meout a little. Stepping out of the house was hard I felt self conscious afraud part of me felt like people would know I was a man but then Iwould see men. My mother, aunt and I started walking to the nearby lake.We could see sun rising over the horizon and from the deserted path it was apparent that people were still in bed.On reaching a secluded spot near the lake, Mom took off her green T-shirt and brown shorts, revealing a black bra and matching panties.While my mother was undressing, Sharon, my aunt, got rid of her sarong, leaving only a red bra and matching panties on. With both of them down to their basics, my eyes kept darting from blonde,. Es brennt und der Drang zu Pinkeln wird unerträglich. Und auf der andern Seite ist es doch geiler als erwartet. Da es kein bisschen weh tut, nehme ich einen dickeren Pinsel und führe diesen in mein Pissloch ein. Langsam ficke ich mich. Das ist nun doch unerwartet erregend. Nun brennt es auch gar nicht mehr…aber jedesmal wenn ich den Pinsel rausbewege, spritzt ein Schwall meines Sektes über meine Hand. Nun gibt es kein Halten mehr. Ich nehme noch einen dickeren Pinsel und dring damit ein. So.