CeeJay was in a fog.Samantha and Charlotte had left, as had Terry and Crissy.So he danced with his frat's president, Dennis Reilly. CeeJay, likeevery...one else who knew him, thought Reilly was an obnoxious prick. ButDennis didn't recognize CeeJay and thought he was a girl. But then, everybody knew that Reilly was a couple dozen cards short of full deck. It was a slow dance. And as the music ended, CeeJay figured he'd makeDennis' day. It wouldn't take much, a quick peck on the cheek.That was. It made me wonder if his wife Melisa ever recounted the story when the headmistress had thrashed her along with Steve's sister Rebecca. The sex we enjoyed after Steve told me this tale was out of this world. I still masturbate, imagining the cane stinging the palms of his gorgeous wife while she cries out with the pain. I have often shared Melisa's company and she was the last person you would imagine receiving the cane at school. The first night after dinner, we were drinking and socialising. There I was, covered in a red bra and panties set with my penis tuckedback and my testicles lost inside me, the image was undoubtedly femaleform my neck down.From my neck up I wasn't manly at all, not super girly either, sort of inbetween.My factions were soft and the total absence of facial hair made them seemeven more so.As for my hair, I had been letting it grow for a while, it was shoulderlength by then, dark and wavy. It had not been planned, I was just notinterested in hair care and it. You realize that it is a bigdecision and you know that this is more about our fantasies and desiresthan yours. You know that we will require things of you that you aremaybe not so comfortable doing but would have no choice to comply, don'tyou." Like what Miss Sandra?" You never know Brenda, maybe I would like to see you sucking on anothersissy clit, or even a mans cock. Maybe have you put on a show gettingfucked by a guy as Lori and I and some of our friends watch. We may makeyou so intoxicated.