But, thanks to the skirt, for the first time I feltconfident enough that I could actually do anything I wanted to.But what did I want?To be a girl?Or... at least as close as I could get?After all, if there wasn't anyone around, nothing bad could happen to mefor doing it.But why would I want that?So much about me didnt make any sense. Why was I so anxious all thetime? Why did I need to feel safe in routine? And why did I suddenlyfeel better dressed in a skirt?Something had happened to me, didn't. .....4 fingers are so deep inside my pussy --I feel my lips drag on his fingers as he slides them in and out finger fucking me ---stretched tight I feel him force his thumb in also ---- his whole hand is now deep inside my aching cunt ----I want him to fist me so much --- his tongue is out of my burning bum hole --- 3 fingers are now fucking my bum now --- now 4 --- fuck I’m going to explode ----- too late I squirt on the bed --- 3 times --- Mick fingers me through the orgasm --- but also I. ” he told the other two as he ground his cock into my ass. The sun was about to come up as the alley brightened up a little and a jogger ran by. He looked over, but said nothing as he turned his head forward and kept running, while my current partner rammed my ass. “I’m gonna fill that slutty, black ass with my cum bitch.” he stated as his thrusts became quicker and he bust his nut into me. “Fuckin’ take it all you whore.” he said as he slammed me harder into the car and then pulled out. “Let. What do you say?”“Of course. Can we go get things now, so we don’t waste another second?”“Sure, let’s go.”We got back from Sasha’s apartment in about half an hour. I had followed her, and we took my car back to my place. We parked and I grabbed her duffle bag and headed up the path through the woods, it was a different path than Sasha took to find my cabin. Sasha was looking at me a little perplexed. “This isn’t the way I went the last time to the cabin.”“No, it isn’t. I wanted to show you my.