I was lonely in my childhood days so I was very eager to make friends.In my new school,i got two girls as my good friends.We were sitting at the last ...bench. I was sitting in the middle of my dear friends susan a tall girl with a good physique.She was a sports star too. The second one was rakhi an average looking girl with a well maintained structure..We were very close friends. It all happened on a school sports day. They were the participants of school athletic team. So susan brought a handy. It started a couple monthsago. Back when I thought I was straight. Sometimes I still do, but forthe most part I know better now. Now I know that I'm a pussyboy. Apantyboy with a clit and a cunt who prances around in skirts and heelsand shakes her curves. A fat-assed faggot white boy.Daddy, I mean, Reed. Reed was a friend of a friend, really. I mean wehung out before, but only with other people around. He was more Kevin'sfriend than mine. That doesn't matter, really. The point is, he. All the room contained was a toilet, a small mirror over an equally small sink and a radiator to the right of the toilet.She leaned on the sink and clenching its edge, studied her face in the mirror; the intensity of the anger on her face was so extreme that anyone walking in on her at that moment would have feared for their life.I need ... I need to calm the fuck down. She slowly became aware of her surroundings and straightened up. Still glaring at her image in the mirror, she said aloud, "I. Mal walked into the ballroom with his Tee on his arm, his hand over hers, pride in his Tee shining from his eye’s.Crispin stood in the doorway to the ballroom and winked at Ruckle and Riley “you ain’t seen nothing yet” Ruckle coughed “might that be, we haven’t seen anything yet, Master Crispin” Crispin grinned “you just might be right Ruckle” Ruckle and Riley smiled at the young man standing so tall and firm before them, he was dressed in a dark green brocade Jacket that seemed to stretch.