Wore too much makeup, huh.”I just nodded, still sobbing, my shoulders shaking. “Well, find a seat. I hoped you learned not to be such a slut.” H... grinned. “But remember, it's good for your skin.”“Y-yes, sir,” I croaked and rushed to my seat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Ruri“See you later, Ruri,” my friend said to me.“Ciao!” I said, bouncing on my feet and thrusting up the peace sign. My pigtails swayed around my face. I glanced at the large bathroom mirror. I was wearing not much makeup. Just. My first time as a girl, which may seem trivial if you’ve always done so but was challenging for an eighteen-year-old boy. I would have to sit but did girls take everything down, as I would do when sitting, or did they just lift the skirt out of the way? Since mine had a fiddly zip and button at the back and I was desperate, I went with the latter option. It was unnerving to sit there with my knickers around my knees and feel liquid tinkling from the little mock pussy hidden underneath my. Right before the final number, the curtains on the stage closed and the spotlight shown directly on the juncture of the two large pieces of material. Suddenly, Peter's head popped into the spotlight."Uh, oh," he whispered into his microphone. "Hey, Greg, come here! You've got to see this!" What's going on?" Greg's voice sounded from off-stage."You're not going to believe this!" Peter replied, still with just his head popped out between the curtains, only occasionally looking behind him. "Quick!. Now I am top of her… But my brother is not interested to come out of that place… I have come top of her… What a great fucking… She put her legs on my shoulders.. I held her soft boobs… I am pushing my rod into her very hard.. Coming out and going in.. Out and in… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa……… Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm……. Yessssssssssssssssssssss……. Do it hard… Hardddddddddddddddddddddddddddd……… Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa……. Uppppppp…….. She is pinching my nipple.. She got up and bite my nipple….