.." she said breathlessly, " ... and for another good fucking."We walked over to her car as she told me the reason for her to be working behind a chec...k-out till in a NAAFI store in Catterick. I knew she was married, with a kid, when I picked her up in the pub – actually it was she who picked me up – and we had shared a quick frantic fuck against a wall. Her old man had since joined the RAF Regiment, the Rockapes, as they are known, and their depot is at Catterick. Karen was living in a hiring. His disbelieving hands kept slowly moving over her curvatious body, reassuring him that she was real and there and his, all his. Her skin was perfection in its soft, smooth luxurious texture. Her breasts were jutting out and firm, inviting more handling from his exploring fingers. Her nipples were still stiff, accenting her light brown skin with an exotic dark pink coloring. Gently she slid her fingers through his damp hair and licked his ear with her soft, wet tongue. She tasted him also,. So he was like so, "uh do you have Tracy's number?" I was like why?" "Cuz she's hot!" "Uh, she has a boyfriend and they've been together for a long time." At this point I called her an idiot. "Why?" "Can't you see he was just trying to get a reaction from you?" "No baby, he really has a hard on for your cousin." "Yeah, that may be true but at that moment when he was with you I can pretty much guarantee that it wasn't my cousin he was thinking about. Trust me he was just trying to get some sort. ”“So I can’t – ““You can try to be a good girl.”“I have to be a girl?”“That was what you chose.”“I can’t unchoose?”“Not living in this household.”“I only have a month left of school. Can’t I be a boy for that?”“No you can’t. You’re going to be punished for what you did, and your punishment is for everyone you know to see you as the girl you seem to be.”“I could get my boy clothes and leave.”“You have no boy clothes. They were given to charity. You can leave, but as the girl you are.”“And if I.