I stopped only long enough to remove a long, thick dildo from a vanity drawer. I moved it up and down my now very wet gash.My juices were now running ...own my inner thighs to the towel on the vanity seat as I eased the dildo into my now throbbing cunt. The ten inch dildo went in and out to the hilt--faster and faster. I humped the dildo in a crescendo of motion as I came to a shuddering, screaming climax. All I could do was moan for several minutes and then gave a final deep shudder.It took. After shaking her hair, Matilda stood in front of the stranger naked from the waist up."You're just starting to become a woman," the man said mostly to himself in a husky voice. "I love that stage. Such cute little titties."Matilda flinched when he pinched one. But she held her ground. She gritted her teeth and could not help but scan the boxes that filled the room. Her eyes darted back to the man, though, when he pushed her tight skirt up to her waist. He stared at her crotch, licking his. Disposable lighters? Check. Weed for a week? Check - no sense running short. Eyeglasses and microfiber cleaning cloth? Check. Change of socks and underwear? Double check. I'm good to go. I selected a functional wardrobe: camo cargo pants, an olive drab surplus army shirt with epaulets, and a pair of used Desert Storm combat boots wrapped up in a vintage M-60 government-issued field jacket. Standing before the full-length mirror, I repositioned the contraband eagle feather in the hatband of my. I looked back at the committee. "I don't know if he told you, but we had a real friend named Zoe who was the inspiration for this. She died last year. We originally submitted a different play, a comedy/drama called The Basement, and lost out in the selection process."Afterward my sister, that's Traci," I said pointing at the squirt, "suggested that we should have stuck to a musical 'cause that's our strength. Then Mikee," she was sitting next to me, and I reached over and squeezed her knee,.