..how right it is.Some time went by before I actually started dressing. I can still rememberthe breathless thrill of packages arriving, the first time... I walked inheels, the first time I shaved my legs, my first attempts at make-up. Butstill, I never had any desire to meet. Sure, as a fantasy, but not forreal. I'd be too scared, too self-conscious to ever actually go throughwith it. Too scared of where it might eventually lead once I did genuinelysub to another. My fantasies were dark...being. "Nothing wrong with that."She puts on a big act of looking both ways to see that we're alone--we are, I mean, nobody else has come in, the place is a morgue--but she goes all conspiratorial and whispers, "I write sex stories." You mean romances, maybe?" No, I think I want to write those, too, but so far it's only sex stories. Erotica. Porn."I don't think at all. I'm shocked out of my shoes."No shit?" I say. "You?" I must have some kind of funny look on my face, because she goes into gales of. .."Ally screamed! "Don't Tell His Father! Don't!! Don't Let Him Come!!!"Ms. Yunger wheeled on Ally, in the process she went from eighty mph to ten.She put a hand on Ally's arm and two fingers under his chin - she lookedinto his eyes - she spoke very slowly: "Ally, I will not tell anyone - Iwill not leave him alone with anyone - I will not let him go with anyone -until I am thoroughly, totally, positively certain - that he will beabsolutely, completely, utterly safe. - I promise. - I promise.. ....I kissed licked and sucked on the cock head especially under the sensitive part that was sticking up. Just when I moved back slightly to get a better angle for my lips and tongue, Becka pushed it down to where the gun barrel size opening was pointing directly in my face, his big balls and ass cheeks tightened and Wesley could no longer hold off, letting go! Becka was fully in control as Wesley groaned, and warm cum first hit me in the forehead and next in my eyes and nose, then running down.