I saw them at the gate an hour before noon. I was on the phone to Rita immediately. They waited while I walked down to the gate. There were a half doz...en of them standing there waiting for me to open the gate. There were three cars parked on the shoulder of the road. Two sheriff's cars and one unmarked car.When I arrived at the gate, the unmarked car door opened and Agent Morris stepped out. "Well I guess when the state cop makes it to the to the gate. the gang will truly all be here except for. It's hard tounderstand if you have never experienced it, but there's a suddenrelationship that is created and it's in my nature to become nurturing andprotective of my new child.None of his arms or legs is working so they curl up in a natural fetalposition and his random grunts have turned into babyish squeals andbabbles. He still has his manhood, but it won't be there for much longer.The next stage is signaled by an urgent fluttering deep within my wombtelling me that I'm about to go into. I asked her to open my wardrobe drawer where I hide the least and pick it up for me! I tell her that it was in the botton of the drower, under my t-shirts. She found and held paralyzed with wide eyes, I lought and said to her to bring it to me! When she gave it to me, I told her that it was better than my fingers, that if I wanted to, I could use the will! Her face become red and I tell her that there is no problem with this, that many girls do this too, even with objects and vegetables like. My hands ran along my curves, and I smiled, the touch of my skin smooth. I let my hair loose, as it flowed down my shoulders, to the middle of my back. I smirked, I’d always loved my hair, it was the best thing about me. I pushed it out my face, and then continued to look in the mirror, touching myself here and there. There was nothing wrong with an 18 year old girl checking herself out, right? I ran my hands over my bra and shuddered, liking the feel. My hands slipped down to my shorts, and I.