The last time he enjoyed the greasy goodness of his mother's cooking.Bumped fists the last time with his homey James. Played the last timewith his bas...ketball team. The day went by quickly. Maybe just a littletoo quick. He was sure this was his last day in this reality.*****Trisha woke up with a heavy heart. If this worked she will never againwake up as Sean. Pretty much like every day she performed her morningrituals. Navigated through her day on autopilot.In the evening was her first break. I take your hand and put it on my cock. I let you rub it against your pussy lips, and then pull it away."What do you want?" I say."You," you respond."Wrong answer," I say, kissing your breasts but pushing you off me a bit. "What do you want?"You are a bit confused again. I enjoy this."I want you." What about me do you want?" This..." you say, rubbing my cock."Say it, my little slut. What do you want?" I want your cock in my slutty pussy. I want you to fuck me..."I grab your hair and kiss your. Stepping onto the platform, it again flexes under her feet. Staring straight ahead, nervously nibbling on her lower lip as she feels the robe’s tie being unwrapped, she feels the white terrycloth being slipped down off her shoulders. Only her handler having rehearsed with her with the other girl not showing up, this second person wasn’t mentioned, but even as she’s apprehensive she still keeps to her script, remains rigid, preys for the best. The sleeves sliding back off her arms she. ”“No-they-don’t!““Yes-they-do. I know for a fact they do.”“Have you ever licked a girl’s pussy?”“Many times. We did each other and both of us got orgasms like hell at the same time.”“You mean the girl got more than one?”“Many, many of them, Juliet. So many in fact, she told me she couldn’t count them all.”“I’ve never had one!”“Don’t you have a boyfriend?”“Yes, but he’s even more shy than I am. If the wind blows my skirt and he sees my legs he blushes and looks away.”“Maybe he wants to see up.