No wonder you would have carriedon, if we hadn't stopped you, it's called love. It can't be, he's aman, and I'm a boy. Was that your first long snog, ...yes, he answered,well that's it then, you would probably feel the same if it was witha girl, it was just a new and exciting thing, and let's face it atthe moment you are behaving like a girl anyway.Peter went quiet while he tried to go through everything he haddone, and sipped on his sherry. He put down his glass he was feelingtired. He should. I could see her pussy. It looked excited and wet.I didn't waste a moment. I scampered to my knees and got behind her, looking down at the side of her face, partly hidden beneath her brown hair, for a sign that she wanted me to do what I thought she wanted me to do.I could see her look back at me, nothing but continued desire in her eyes.I took hold of my cock and guided it toward her wet-looking slot, feeling the heat as my large, inflamed cockhead touched the lips of her feminine opening.It. She approached a salesladyand told her, "I would like to get a wig for my eleven year old. Shejust won't take care of her hair like she should. I warned her that ifher hair continued to look such a mess she was getting a wig." Alright, I'm sure we have something," said the lady. "It might be bestto get something in her same color. Or maybe extensions would be good?" Extensions are a great idea, but, that will give her more hair to takecare of and she just won't do that," complained. She tried to remember to silently repeather sissy walk mantra, and her new titty mantra as well. She forcedfirst one tit and then the other to 'lead the way'. But worst of all wasthe realization that within hours, she would be on her knees (likely),jerking-off an Alpha Male by squeezing his cock with her tits!If basic walking was torturous to her chest, she shuddered to think ofthe amount of self-initiated hair yanking she'd have to endure to titty-fuck someone! And that stupid, stupid incident.