" You knew I'm not a real girl?" Kelli, you are as real to me as any other pretty little girl in thishouse. and you are welcome here any time, you don...'t have to hide it fromus."We were sitting talking about everything when Rachel came in leadingStacy and four more little girls and another woman.I was surprised to discover Stacy was now teaching full time, and evenmore surprised that the other woman was Kelli's teacher, and she was allfor Kelli being a girl. Then we found out that her youngest. It seems like everywhere you look the road is rising or dipping down. Some people refer to it as a redneck San Francisco.The downtown is different, and the campus kind of sprawls through it. I was enjoying sightseeing when it happened.Two plain, white, Ford vans skidded to a stop about a quarter of a mile in front of an open air market, and six heavily armed men dressed I n Muslim barb complete with head scarves, jumped out and started shooting. Screaming replaced shopping, and it was like. She was getting wetter by the minute.Jerome never expected her to return touch for touch. He insisted she just simply receive the pleasure he gave her. He moved on to the next nipple that had felt neglected. Then he pulled her to her feet and slid her jeans down to the floor. The lacy panties she wore stood no change against his searching hands and fingers. They were soaked through, anyway!As they stood body to body Meg suddenly giggled. “Am I doing something funny?” Jerome asked.“No,” Meg. He kept massaging his balls into his body, trying to get deeperand deeper. The more he pressed the more his balls gave way. All thewhile he was thinking just a bit more. Soon enough he was able to pushthe tip of his finger in, then an inch of his finger. His balls hadreceded into his body and moved their way up further to create ovaries.His ball sack had split and began to form labia that were alreadylubricating themselves. Finally the slit was large enough for him toinsert two of his fingers.