And then, "By the way, what do we call youwhen you visit us."I swallow hard. I realise as I say it that by doing so, I'm admittingmy complicity in - ...my enjoyment of - dressing as a girl, and that I'mimplicitly accepting the fact that I'll take up Aunt Jean's invitation.But: "Katie. I'm called Katie."++++++If I had known what lay in the future, perhaps I wouldn't have agreed togo to stay with Jill. But in any event, the following Easter after theschool holidays had started, I find myself. As Chandler’s huge shaft rammed into my mouth, I felt his coarse pubic hair rubbing against my nose and lips. Chandler was moaning, “Uuu,” low in his chest and thrusting, as I hungrily slurped and sucked, swiftly bobbing my hot, tight, sucking mouth up and down his rigid shaft. He verbally encouraged me by telling me, “Suck my cock,” and calling me every name in the book, bitch, homo and worse. And I hate to admit it but I was really turned on by it. "Oh baby, that feels good," cried Chandler,. The five of them- Andrea, Marcie, Sarah, Philip and Logan- had gone hiking almost every day and partied almost every night. God knows she needed the fun, but now all she needed was rest. In her dream, Andrea was walking through the village where they had stayed and it was sunny rather than the cold mid-January weather that was the chilly reality outside. She was wearing a light, floaty pink dress which was a rare occurrence for her, but matched her blonde hair perfectly. The light curls. There was so much cum all over me, they kept laughing calling me a fuck hole and nothing but three holes to use... I awoke suddenly to everyone looking at me. My teacher asked if everything was all right, I thought quickly and said I had a bad dream, everyone seemed satisfied and went back to what they were doing.I could feel my very wet pussy tingling with the thought of the intense dream I’d just had. Should I reach under my desk and stroke my needy cunt? No I’d better wait.On the walk home.