My feet are still pushed back to my face and I watch my gorgeous high heels wiggle uncontrollably. Once again he takes my little toes in his mouth and... sucks deeply on them. His hairy, masculine chest is mashed against my soft, womanly breasts. My pretty hands run through his matted male chest rug and I can't resist licking his thick carpet and tasting his bitter sweat in my mouth. I look down to see his manhood impaling itself deep within me. He is truly bursting and splitting my vagina wide. He took in a deep breath and sat next to her.“S’up?” he asked her.“Men!” she spat at him. Bobo slid away from her. She gave him a look. “Just like a man.” she said between sobs.Bobo closed his eyes before finally asking, “What happened?”“My boyfriend drove here, opened the truck door and tossed me out. At least he stopped.”“Do you have a place to stay?”“You’re the only one who has stopped to ask what happened.”He should have just walked away at that point. He didn’t like getting into the middle. Her mother had taught her enough about life to know that.She was careful, though, always selecting guys that had as much to lose by telling their friends as she did. Almost every weekend – and a few weeknights – found some other girl's boyfriend between Abby's legs for a few seconds, minutes or hours. The lackluster sexual performances had also taught her the fine art of acting – which played into making the other girls like her.To most of the junior class, Abby Barnes was a friend, a. " Next time," Tyler said. Steffie looked up, somewhat disappointed."Next time I want to see you fully made up and wearing an appropriatewig." A wig and makeup?" Steffie asked."Yes," Tyler replied. "A wig and full makeup. Next week I'm going totake your sissy ass-cherry and complete your transformation to a truesissy sex-toy."Tyler stood in front of her expectantly, not moving. Steffie finallyworked out what he was waiting for and decided to add her own personaltouch. She sat back on her heels.