I put on the girls bra and that fit me as well. I started looking into the mirror admiring myself while i took the My little pony panties and started ...rubbing my bulge. I didnt know it but i had left my stall door open a little and a young looking boy was peeking at me. It was early in the morning and there was noone else in the dressing rooms so i took up the courage and waved the boy into my dressing room. "You here by yourself?" I asked. "Yeah my parents and s*s dropped me off here while. I seen worse.” I thanked him with a soft smile and nod. “Thank you. Now, where were we?” “You was tellin’ me my rights.” Damn, right back into the frying pan. “Well…” I began. “If it turns out you are the father, then I certainly would not try and deny you those rights, regardless of how the c***d was conceived. The baby is an innocent person, and I would want him or her to have the best c***dhood possible. You would, of course, have visitation.” He started to look me over, tilting his head as. "I WANNA SUCK YOUR BIG DICK" ! I help her get all my clothes off and she removes the rest of her clothes too, then licks her lips, grabs my cock, spits on it, stroke it and smiles ! "YOU HAVE A LONG BROWN DICK DADDY", she tells me and starts giving me a sloppy blow job and putting it as deep as it could go in her mouth, gagging but never stopped sucking on it ! I reach over her and spank her ass, calling her names like "WHORE", "CUM SLUT", "ANAL PIG" and she seemed to love being called that. And knowing that name results in power. We call him 'Patrick', but the nungungi will lead him along a path to his true name. When he knows it, he may tell us. But he may not. And if he tells us, we must keep his confidence." You're taking this very seriously." It is very serious. In some ways you and I don't believe any of this. But many here in Australia, maybe five percent of the population, do believe it. We respect the nungungi. The bands here in Queensland — perhaps some in New South Wales.