Judyjust called me faggot now, and Cathy, well, she seemed to try to be abit nicer about it all, but She was there for every blow job I had togive and... seemed to enjoy watching me more than the guys getting the blowjob did. I was getting used to them now. I still wet my panties everytime with huge loads of cum, and still no one actually had to touch mylittle clitty for it to spout like that, which was extremely humiliatingas they all thought that was really amusing and laughed at me every. .. I want to talk about women doing things to men and vice versa. So, do I really care if 'Veronica' has a penis or a vagina? As long as she/he can talk about both convincingly, I don't really care who's actually typing the words. It's not like I'm ever gonna meet the person, anyway.daddyjack: That makes sense. But actually, that wasn't what I was going to ask.andyman: O.K. Go for it.daddyjack: What I was gonna ask was if you've ever chatted or anything with a girl you thought might be. That I understood too well. That meant there would be no one to hold me, no one to talk to, no one…and it was too horrible to think about. And Paul wouldn’t fuck me for a while yet, either. That we had discussed, also. Again, he had explained, it was not legal until I was eighteen. He had promised when I had started to protest that he wouldn’t make me wait that long, that he couldn’t wait that long, but that I needed to be a little bit older first. Which brought us to the second. He could do that. He could risk that.As he considered the thought, he felt a wave of pleasure in the muscles of his stomach, a fluttering sensation that he had never previously experienced. Added to this, there was a strange, sticky wetness between his legs, so noticeable that he wondered whether that wetness would soak through the material of his pants.He touched the area gently. The pressure felt good, made him slightly weak at the knees. "I think I'm on heat", he suggested.Janice looked a.