I looked to the side, feeling wildly out of place wondering what the girls outside were thinking about me wandering amongst their clothes. It was like... being in Santa's grotto, and I walked around for ages taking in the lingerie delights. It was easy to see whose clothes belonged to who. There was little Liz with her tight jumper and black slacks; the rebel Mandy with her torn jeans and of course Gemma with her sexy black pleated skirt, silk blouse and ample bra. Also hanging from her peg were. Oh, anyone can pick up a guitar and with a bit of time and practice play a tune. But to really play. To put your heart and soul into it. To learn so much that your teacher falls behind and has to find someone else to teach you? Well that takes dedication. That kind of dedication make other things impossible. It began to show in my grades. That was their first clue. Oh it had to be drugs! I was taken to the family doctor against my protested innocence and tested for everything under the Sun.. I did not want this to end. My life was back and my heart started to beat again. It had been dead for a while then. But this new woman was there too. The Black Queen I'd fantasized about for years. "Lindsey!" my mind finally thought. She reached up then, taking my head in her hands and gave me a soft, loving kiss. Like Anya used to. Two souls melding and I was completely whole again. Then very softly I heard, "I love you Paul. I will always love you and we will be together again. You know that.. Still flooded with sexual desire and need I quickly drop my underwear and take up the vacant spot opposite the blonde femboy, pushing my pinkish-red hair out of my face. I feel someone slide the dildo inside me and immediately feel the blonde start pushing so I push back, picking up speed and vigor, one of the onlookers taking up a place in front of me pushing his cock into my mouth. Faster and harder I grind against the blonde while sucking the cock into my mouth and into my throat, easing.