‘What’s wrong?’ He asks. At this point Frankie rubs up behind him in her nightgown. ‘Hi Joan.’ She says from behind him. ‘Hi Francesca....’ She replies. Frankie now wraps her arms around Billy’s waist hugging him, nestling her head against his shoulder. ‘What’s the problem?’ He asks. ‘It’s better if you see it for yourself. I can’t really tell you- too hard to explain.’ Joan replies. ‘Too hard or can’t be bothered?’ Billy thinks to himself. At this point he follows Joan next door. Frankie. A fantasy of how i would ofliked things to be but thats whole different story xxxx… as i grew up believing i was normal boy in a f****y of 5 being the youngest and only boy had advantages that i never got hand me down clothes like my s****rs did. over years i was slowly being drawn by mum and older s****rs under wear, the sexiness of the material and the design was very intoxicating to me. i started wearing my mum knickers and matching bras with her stockings would harden my cock for me to wank. His penis was monstrous. Gigantic. I felt like gagging just looking at it, but before I could do more than groan in protest he was on his knees over my face. He pushed his penis against my lips. “Open up, Tina, baby. Open up for my big cock. C’mon, you don’t want daddy getting busted, do ya? Open up....” I opened my mouth. His thick cock sank deep into my throat and he did exactly as Johnny told him to. He fucked my face as if my mouth was a cunt. Hard and fast. He came in my mouth with the. "That was so sweet of you," Claire said flashing a warm smile, "Thankyou." She continued conversing with him for a couple of minutes. Thenstopped and turned to watch people dancing, ignoring the guycompletely.Then guys started hitting on us almost non-stop, as predicted. Myresolve to rack up as many points as possible was quickly replaced withan existential anxiety. What was I doing? The short dress kept ridingup whenever I moved. My fingernails cut into my palm when I made afist. And I knew.