"Here, let me help you," I replied taking his tights from him, showingmy Dad I was a different kind of man from him, by showing that I was aman who kn...ew my way round hosiery but also that I was a man (or was itreally a woman?) wouldn't leave someone in need to fend for themselvesin these matters.I showed Dad how to roll up his tights into a ball and explained how heneeded then to roll them up his legs. Dad did so and I watched him ashe stood there wearing his first pair of tights. They were. ." Or, you can go back to your damp, draughty little room and sleep onyour tiny sleeping pallet," Pickering went on, "Then tomorrow morningyou can stand out in the rain and wind and sell your newspapers forone and six a week..."The boy's face clearly showed the agony of his indecision. He wassalivating so much he appeared in imminent danger of drooling. Heswayed back and forth, shifting his weight from one foot to the otheras if he needed to go to the bathroom. His eyes swung. I groaned in dismay. This is not the way I envisioned my first sexual experience with a boy.But then it got worse. Rosey forced his large finger in right alongside of Tank's. They both probed my sore pussy at the same time!The rough, degrading treatment was almost more than I could stand. And then, to add to my mortification, Ben moved in closer behind me. After running his hands over the cheeks of my ass for a moment he raised a squeak from me by roughly forcing a finger into my ass.He worked. They did not moved for some time and then he started undressing her blouse but in vain. She laughed and unhooked her blouse for him and pulled out her left udder out of her brassieres. She pulled his head on to it and he instantaneously started sucking it as if he was hungry for the last 15 years. She made him to lie close to her and gripped his dick with her left and stroked it. This continued for a few minutes and then she told some thing to him in a whispering tone, and he immediately stood.