Community Development funds had spruced up the downtown area real nice. Actually, part of the parade was not only honoring the country’s fallen hero...es and those who served and the Mayor was scheduled to give a short dedication speech for the improvements.So, there we were, our chairs set just a bit back from the curb and Michelle alternately, fidgeting while she sat on the curb or jumped into either of our laps waiting for the parade to begin. Lindie and I held hands and this whole thing was. She had always been such an outgoing girl and happy. Mona is a petit 18 year old girl of 5'3" and has a knockout body and long pretty black hair. I felt guilty because I had dreamed about forcing Mona to have sex with me before she was assaulted. In my dreams Mona had always wanted to be my sex toy and fucked often.I watched her around the house. The first day Mona had me sit next to her on the couch and she wanted my arm around her. I literally held my arm around her for so long it went to. I ran my hands along the large stiff cock and massaged him with my palm. He ran his wet tongue down my torso, kissing my stomach and circling the inside of my belly button with his index finger. Shivers ran down my back. Easing down my silk panties with both hands, he continued his trail of kisses until he reached the lightly hairy triangle of my pussy. I had shaven two days earlier and was still well groomed but a short fine pelt of light brown hair was starting to grow back. He gently pulled. "It would all be myfault!" Mom pulled me back into a hug and I felt like crying."No, no, no, honey! None of this is your fault. If he did that thenit would be his fault. And it's my fault for all that's been done toyou." She held me and whispered encouragements to me until I calmeddown. "I know you were always a soft, sensitive boy, sweetie. Youdon't have to be a girl if you don't want to be."I quickly pulled back from our hug and looked up at her. "Mom, I *am*a girl!" I said.