Even now I tingle with excitement and get a bulge in mypanties thinking about it. Later I found that I had soiled my dress. Dam!I hate it when that ha...ppens.The band left the next day. We exchanged a few e-mails but eventually hestopped writing and I never got to see my pretty boy again. To berealistic, I suppose I'm not the kind of girl you want to take home tomeet mother. Being a pretend girl can be tough but even with the downside, I still really, really, really love being a girl.Dearest. I laid back and she slid her black skirt off and slowly pulled her shirt over her head. I sat up and reached behind her and undid her bra. As I fell back I could tell her skin was hot and sweaty. She came up on top of me and whispered, “I have a surprise for you!”. She swung her leg up around my head and started to lower her pussy towards me. I could tell something was different. Her pussy looked stretched and extremely wet. It just clicked in my head what was happening. She had just got done. Finally we faced each other and my mate grabbed both cocks and holding them together wanked them simultaneously, there was no holding us back, spunk splashed everywhere, I managed six squirts, him, maybe eight. That was the night that ended it really and he moved in with his girlfriend not long after. I was thinking about my mate when my chain finally gave up the ghost and broke. I’d cycled through the more residential area of the towpath and had. I was totally powerless and exposed,just the way I liked to be."Are you ready, dear?"I nodded my head, it was the only thing I could do in thesituation. I heard the bedroom door open and what sounded likefootsteps. Then I could feel breathing on my exposed pussy,short, rapid breathing. I had no idea what was going on but Iknew that I liked it. I waited for the breathing to stop andthe licking to begin, but instead the breath disappeared. Asmall moan of disappointment escaped my gag, but then.