"Now," saidMrs Wilsthorpe. "I like to follow the tradition of having the boys choosetheir partners. But before we do that, I want Beverly here to tell... youall about herself. Come forward, Beverly."I took two steps forward. "Hello," I said. "My name is BeverlyBassenthwaite. I'm really a boy, called Barry. I have to pretend to be agirl and wear dresses because I was a very naughty boy. When I'm a verygood girl, I can go back to being a boy again."I felt very embarrassed, and began to cry. The. We went in a stall and locked the door. "On your knees" he said. I obeyed. He unbucked his belt, unzipped and slid down his pants and y-fronts in one motion. He stood before me, and I was eye level with his enormous fat cock. Even flaccid it was thick as a Red Bull can and about seven inches long. He was uncut, and the foreskin was thick around the hidden bulb of his glans. He took himself in his hands and peeled back the foresking to reveal a large pink glistening glans. I could smell the. " She sat with her hands on the bed between her spread legs, holding her sundress down. Her eyes taunted him. As he got close enough to her that he could reach out and catch her dangling flats, she spoke, "Show me my heels, now." It was all he could do not to eye her sexy bare feet peeking from inside those shoes. He bored his eyes into the bag and dug out the box, putting it on the floor. He looked up at her and saw her smiling almost devilishly at the price tag, not even looking at him. .. god, fuck yes, I'm gonna come, motherfucker, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna fucking come." Her body tensed and trembled as she sprayed her love juices which I greedily sucked into my mouth. I was in heaven.Her orgasm meant more to me than my own. I felt liberated from my own needs. All that mattered was hers. I continued, working to perfect the method, to give more. I stayed on her, devouring her snatch with increasing passion and desire. Every few minutes she would shudder and squirt heated.