She pulled her skirt up and pulled down her panties. I never seen a girl naked before. I looked at her, she didn't have a penis, only a little slit be...tween her legs. I pulled up the panties she gave me, she said to turn around. That soft smooth feeling felt good, I turned around letting her look. She hooked her thumbs under the waist band and pulled up. The fabric formed tight against my butt and dick. She giggled and said your peepee is poking out. I didn't care,it felt good. I asked her about. Michele looked at the screen and underneath the Microsoft Word blank document; she could see a couple of minimised icons. One was a folder icon named 'MILF' and the other was a Windows Moviemaker program titled 'hot mom in p-hose fucked'. Up this close to him Michele could almost feel the heat from her son's guilty red face and she thought she could smell a hint of semen. Michele backed away from her son and as she did she noticed the welt of one of her stockings was hanging out of her son's. OK, so why am I writing this down, I think it's because I want to get stuff straight in my head, because things need to change or I'm going to have to do something drastic, like jump in front of a train, or off the top of a multi-story carpark.I'm not some kind of suicidal Emo, I don't go for that self-harming shit, no it just feels like my life has hit a brick wall. I've done the being popular crap, hanging out with the popular girls, dating the popular boys, being seen in all the popular. Next time I asked if I could bring worship sheets, my laptop and video camera. In between times I’d been sending Her lots and lots of worship sheets – She said Her favourite was the ‘gawping gardener’ – and always it was ‘me’ watching Her pose and spunking my pants, so She knew what I dreamed of alright. She’d said we could use Her friend’s studio and I had the joy of turning up in all my perv gear to be seen not just by one, but two Goddesses. She posed, She read my worship sheets – and showed.