I loved Carla's erotic games, but I wondered about her fooling around with a teen like Tommy."Carla, are you sure you know what you're doing?"She gigg...led, "Not really. All I know is that lately, I feel like I have to push things further and further to get really turned on and -" I don't turn you on anymore?"She placed open palms on my bare chest."Don't be silly, Baby! Of course you do. But it's like that rush that we've talked about. Remember when you first told me about baring yourself in. ”“As for what I’ll tell Wendell, I don’t think it willhurt him as much as you and Jane do. He’ll get over it.It’s not going to ruin anybody’s life. But I promise Iwon’t say a thing if I get my DP.”“There’s nothing Joan can say to me that’s going to makeme do this,” said Wendell, “so you may as well tell meyour secret.”“No!” Joan cried out. “Don’t say anything, Cal, or sohelp me,. ..........WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??????Looking down at her Mary Jane shoes with ankle socks, Sara knew she wasbusted as she quietly replies, I'm sorry mistress, I couldn't helpmyself, your panties are so pretty. Sara knew what was in store for hernow, but it wasn't anything that could compare to what she's alreadybeen through.What started out as an innocent game of roleplay has taken an deep darkturn into a world that Sam knew existed but never thought he would bepart of. His GF knew and. Then gold hoop earrings appeared in both ears.There was no getting away from the fact that it was a woman looking at mein the mirror. Any physical vestige of masculinity had gone.I looked at myself and noticed my ponytail went halfway down my back now.I felt my tits and twirled round in front of the mirror."Thank you, I look gorgeous. But what am I going to do for clothes?" Pick out a shirt, Christine or do you prefer Chrissie or Chris?"I did so."Put it on." You can call me Chrissie or.