So what?" I asked. This was not what I expected. "Well, usually I get drunk. And usually someone finds me drunk and, you know, takes advantage." They ...hat...they...they fuck you?" I was horrified."No, of course not! No one would dare!" she said looking back at me now. I couldn't tell if she was unhappy or not. She calmed down a little. "No, they don't fuck me, they just play around." Jesus," I said. "Play around? What's that mean?" 'Playing around' has a definition, its the same for everyone.. I reached my arms around him and cupped his butt, then kissed up to his flat belly and licked at his belly button. He moved his cock across my face then took my face in his hands and moved my lips to his tip. I opened my mouth wide wanting him to enter me that way, so much.I loved the smell and taste of him. I also loved what it meant, that I was a cocksucker, and openly so. He began moving his hips a little, fucking my mouth that way. I licked and sucked, wetting him, and a bit of my saliva. OK"?Yes - what a night June thought - some bad, and yet some good, some verygood- she smiled.In the morning over coffee, June brought up the subject again of Billyexperimenting with girl's clothes"Ralph, as I mentioned last night, I have been reading that some boys gothru a phase by experimenting with their mother's or sister's clothes. Infact, research shows that if you go overboard, almost like it is apunishment with the idea of being like a girl, he will eventually rejectthis type of. " "And, yes, we are both pretty lucky, I agree." "I'm getting that lovely warm feeling, oh, yes, it's so nice. Mmm," and she began rocking back and forth a little faster, our breathing also faster. "Yeah, it's feeling really good to me, too. You are so good, Crystal, I'm so glad you're in my life." When I said that, she smiled down at me, bent over and kissed me, running her tongue into me, caressing my mouth. "That's a lovely thing to say, Tim. I feel the same," and she continued to smile at.