Then, as they merged into one sheet of fire consuming her lower half she bucked wantonly against his cock, wanting to take his entire body inside her ...if it would increase the feelings even a tiny bit. Finally she went over the top, screaming his name as her legs crossed over his ass and her arms crossed over his back. He kept up the motion for as long as he dared, but he was slightly concerned that she was going someplace she wouldn't return from. As his hips slowed she started to come down. I'll bet she was staggered when you replied. I bet there was a delay before she got in touch?" Well, yes," I said thoughtfully. Sarah had told me as much and this had been my conclusion when I got Nicola's letter. Where did my sister get all this insight from?"You both had a wonderful weekend?" It was phrased as a question though it was clear she knew the answer."Yes. Now I think about it, it was very intimate and almost restful." And you didn't make a pass at her?" Well, no. She was a guest. Not the class work that was easy, the social work. She wouldhave to establish herself with the other boys. The girls didn't matter. She would look for her opportunity to bull the class bully whoever he wasand that would start her on her path to running the third grade.Lydia was shown to her classroom, introduced to the teacher and thenintroduced to the class. She was given a seat and she sat down. Once inher seat she couldn't get up. It wasn't allowed, it was one of therules. She couldn't. Bob was about 35, and overweight. Still, itwas OK to share the half hour ride, twice a week.It turns out that Bob was fascinated with sex. He'd tell me about hisgirlfriends. He'd fantasize about girls in our classes. I was quiet, buthe loved to talk.Finally, after a few weeks, I had to speak up. I couldn't disclose mycross-dressing fantasies, but I had to ask about one piece of it. While Iconsidered myself straight, I had to know what it was like to be a girl.So, as we neared my apartment one.