Instead, she leaned down further, arching her spine so her budding breasts protruded even further,“What are you looking at Shawn?' she asked in a si...ngsong manner.He smiled broadly, flashing the lustrous white smile she had grown to adore and spoke to her in a serious monotone, “I’m looking at your titties, Jeri.”The laughter that burst forth from her was sudden and reflexive. It was a response to the Shawn she had always known, but somehow now she knew that this Shawn has not him. Her eyes. He began toscrew part way in and out of the narrow rectal passage, bringing further criesof distress to her trembling lips. She cried out loud like a baby, sobbinghiddeously, but part of the cry, he knew from past sessions, was the start of acry for joy, she was in the throws of conversion to orgasm. She had earliertaken 2 thorough soap suds enemas and a rinse enema to prepare her back doorjust for his use, and his alone. He bumped against her over and overloosening her up. Then He began. Her bra and panties soon joined her jeans and t-shirt.“I liked swimming, but not the actual activities. Too many laps!” I whined, just tying the knot on my trunks. As I folded my clothes in a neat pile, Kelly pulled hers down off of the stall wall and walked out with them in a bundle. Her black bikini complimented her very well, hugging her figure in just the right places. Her somewhat flat chest was hidden by her top, although the rest of her body was unabashedly shown, save for her-“Hey! You. The Story of Prissy By Linda LafrancePeter was feeling pretty good about himself as he walked home fromschool. That morning had been the big debate between his Boys School andthe nearby Girls School. The topic had been woman's liberation, and hehad done a real job on his opponent. It wasn't a tough subject for Peterto debate--girls should stay at home and do girl's stuff and that wasall there was to it. For that matter, it wasn't hard to beat a girl inanything.