I position myself between her legs, coating my shaft with along her slit before thrusting myself in all the way, ripping through the tightness of her ...young pussy. I feel her stir. I stay buried deep inside her to see how she would react.Her eyes open but still trying to grasp what was happening, her pussy instinctively clenched around me realizing the stranger that was inside her. As soon as it dawned on her that she was not alone, her eyes grew wide.I lean down on her, huskily speaking, try to. Still, nothing felt good, or should I say right.My t-shirts were also too small in the chest and hung off mestrangely. I didn't like the sensation at all, so with a bit ofvisible resentment I snatched my skirt and sweater off thedresser and put them on. I was not a happy Girl Scout.I remember needing some of my routine and pleaded with Gary toget a newspaper. Oh, I could have downloaded a copy on the Vid,but I like the feel of the paper and the smell of the cheap ink.I can move the paper where. You’re my fat faggot boi,” he announced. “Thank you, daddy,” Freddie replied. “I wanna beat that ass up. Keep drinking, bitch!” “Yes, sir,” the sissy said as he finished the beverage and Russell poured him another. It had been 50 minutes since Freddie arrived and in that time he had consumed copious amounts of alcohol thanks to Russell. The two-hundred-ten-pound muscular host could see his bitch was getting good and ready. He pulled off his dark gray Nike hoodie, khaki camping pants, and his. I fixed his memory. As far as he's concerned he only bought three bottles, not four." You messed with my parent's memories?" I didn't like that a bit."Settle down kid, it didn't hurt anything. I can't afford to let you get grounded right now, there's too much to do." Like what?" You'll find out. Now, go get ready for school."I huffed and started getting ready. I had showered the night before, so I dressed then washed my face. I met mom and dad in the kitchen. We exchanged good mornings and then.