It was Andrea who stroked my bottomthrough my frilly panties. Then she held her hand in front of myface. She slowly opened it. I saw two pills and I k...new what Ihad to do. I grabbed both of them and with a little water Iswallowed the pills."Good, now you are on the right path to become a girl. Didnd'tyou always dream about becoming one?" Mommy Adriana asked. Thequestion was rather rethoric because she didn't insist on ananswer and Andrea resumed kneading my butt cheeks. Mommy Adrianastood at my. Big surprise…I always have detention, I didn’t even realise you could get it in college. Apparently my college is big on good behaviour. I walked into the detention room five minutes late, great start. Mr Wilkinson threw me an irritated look but I just smirked at him. I took my usual seat at the front left and propped my feet up on the desk. “Right, you’re both here for an hour. I’ll lock the door and be back when your times done to release you,” Mr Wilkinson said. He made it sound like we. "I'm going to cum, baby!" the guy cried out, a few minutes later."No, don't you fucking dare." Anna demanded, releasing his cock from her slippery mouth. Get out of the car so I can lie down, and then you can cum all over my juicy tits." She said.I couldn't believe what my wife was saying; she really was playing the slut. The guy then got out of his car and started to stroke his cock, waiting for Anna to get in place. She led with her back flat on the driver's seat while she placed her feet on. Rachel turned to me, "It's not a bad story. Maybe you should write it down. I could help you."I thought she was probably right.The only one that wasn't there was Tricia. At least, she wasn't there in person. Laying on a chair at the side of the room was a copy of the Daily Mirror. Its front page was filled with a grainy photograph taken with a telephoto lens. A solitary figure could be made out against a background of trees in some sort of garden or park. In spite of the way that her head was.