She was sure of it.She remembered so many days in the woods, hiding breathlessly behind bushes and watching Tim and his friends fucking their pricks i...nto the cunts of girls they'd dragged up there. She'd watched the girls squirm and squeal, whimper and moan, and she'd never quite figured out whether the girls were feeling pleasure or excruciating pain or both. Most of the girls begged for more, clawing the boy's back and growling: "Fuck me, fuck me!" But that didn't prove they were feeling. Though I came close back when I was eleven, and that young buck they had aworking here came sniffin' around. Mammy done told him to leave me alone or she'd see to it he was whipped and sold. Not long after that, the masser sold him anyhow. I think masser was our papa." Yeah, he come sniffin' round me, too. Mammy done beat him off with that big pan of hers. I guess you was right. It sure was strange that Mammy sent both of us out here to take care of this one man. You don't suppose..."Janie's. Besides you did say you wanted to be like your mom. She certainly never minded me sleeping like this. If you want to know the truth, your mom always said, well if it’s good enough for my daddy, it’s good enough for me. Tessa gulped, cleared her throat and without saying a word quickly stripped her t-shirt off and tossed her skimpy shorts across the room and jumped on the bed and sat cross legged. Taking a long drink of her beer, Tessa watched as her grandfathers eyes wandered over every. ." Scott gasped, amazed at what that meant. Pulling his hand away from his crotch, Scott was somewhat relieved to be wearing black leather pants instead of a short skirt like he would have half expected, though they did feel just a little too tight on him. But oddly enough, he decided that he sort of liked that tight feel for some reason. Forcing himself to calm down, Scott looked around for the mask so he could change back to normal, but there was no sign of it. Obviously it had completely.