"Here you are, Steph." Becky had returned with the bag. I thanked herwith a kiss."Open that up, and pull out an outfit that looks like it'll fit him.D...on't worry about the panties, I have got plans for our sissy."As Becky searched through the bag, I scanned the walls until I found theperfect pair. It was a black thong. I thought, "What a better way to getback at this scum bag, then by making him wear the most revealing pair ofunderwear." When Becky saw this, she smiled, and continued to. At least, I thought I was the only one.Unbeknownst to me, my shifty-eyed student neighbors from across the square had acquired a powerful pair of binoculars and were laughing nightly at my naked dancing body. This pair of hooligans from less than gentlemanly backgrounds were engaged in nasty comments on my feminine mystique and made no bones about whipping out their masculine equipment and placing their sticky tributes on the printout of my bent-over buttocks in front of my kitchen window. I. I didn't know what to expect, back then. I positioned myself and simply pushed trying to get it in one go. Women with whom I've slept afterwards would have killed me. Mom simply moaned loud and screamed “I love you Michael, baby! Now fuck me like a rabbit!”. I listen to her advice, I started pushing in and pulling out with all the strength in my body. Sarah was right, her ass felt warmer and hundreds of times better than a pussy. Pulsating and tightening like fist getting ready for a fight. The. She knew her thoughts would hurt her friend, but she didn’t care anymore. After all, she didn’t have any intentions to see him again after that night anyway.“I don’t understand, Britt. Why do you hate Beldem so much? It’s peaceful, the people are nice, and... There’s me.” His voice was shaky.“I’ll find plenty of ‘you’ wherever I-“She stopped right there and opened her eyes. Dyn had his face buried in his hands, at the verge of crying like a baby. But she was inconsiderate. She didn’t want to.