We continued to talk for a long time after that. I learned that she's even more mature than I had at first thought. And I already thought that she was...a remarkably mature thirteen year old girl.I told her that I wanted desperately to protect her from this man and his friends. Unfortunately, I knew that he was right earlier. No one believed a word I said when I went to court. If I complained to someone about Mr. Kent no one would believe me now, either. I'd just piss him off and make things. The house was empty asboth her parents worked. High paying jobs that, to Angie's eyes, meantmore to them than she did. It was this family atmosphere that molded Angieinto who she was, a crossdressing femme girl in a town where all the othergirls were butch. Well, almost all the other girls. Angie ran upstairs to her bedroom and grabbed the phone on her nightstand.She quickly dialed a phone number."Hello?" The voice came back over the phone"Hey! Renee! You'll never guess what happened!" Angie. The latest change—a pair of 36-inch breast implants—were the most successful. Now Carlos no longer even refers to me as "he" and "him." It's strictly "she," "her," or what has become my girl name, "Kimmie." Sometimes, when Kelli is having her period or just isn't feeling well or not into it, Carlos will have me kneel down and blow him. I've gotten to be pretty good at it and I have to admit it does give me a nice sexy feeling to have him shoot his huge load into my mouth and to swallow the same. His fingers reached out and grabbed her nipples. He began to pull and twist them, forcing groans from Meghan as they were abused. Her breasts were pulled up by her nipples, forcing them into cones. He twisted them to the side, pulling on them. He released them, her heavy breasts bouncing back on her chests.Two hands circled one of her large breasts and he began to squeeze, forcing the blood to rush to her nipple. Harder and harder he squeezed, moans coming from Meghan's gagged mouth. She could.