.Billy would just fade away. She tried to shake these ideas out of her head. Yes, she liked dressingas a woman, but that was just a thing she liked to...do for fun. Shelooked in her rearview mirror and saw a beautiful gurl staring backShe really didn't want to be a woman....or did she? With her free hand, her fingers slipped down under the top of her dressand began to rub against her nipples. Her mind shifted back to thesensation of sucking Candy's cock and as she thought about it her owncock. Whatever the explanation, I've adapted to the demands of my new role. Ihave a far closer relationship to my Mother than Benny ever had withhis. Yes: we squabble, we argue and fight like two scorpions in a jar,but the bonds we've forged between us are nothing short ofindestructible.Nor are those bonds confined only to my immediate family - BiancaWoodrow is far more popular than Benny Woodridge ever was. Back inSummerhill, I was something of a classroom phantom; a bland, nondescriptboy who left. In the sauna I had met the couple that had caught us the night before on the road when we were trying to drink from each other. I wasn’t sure if they knew exactly what we have been doing, maybe they just thought it was a teasing blow job and nothing further. They just asked if we had enjoyed each other. I smiled back and saw that they were touching each other without being bashful. She was holding and squeezing his cock, jerking it slowly and he was having some of his fingers inside her pussy. Standing to the right of the spanking bench was a woman, who like Alysia was wearing only a black lace bra and bikini panties. Her face was covered by a mask. Over her panties she was wearing a black dildo harness. A black dildo, covered by a condom, stood out like an erect silicon cock. In her right hand she held a black riding whip. "This is Ann", Alysia told me. "She will be administering the rest of the punishment Alysia walked over to the spanking bench. "Come over here, please" she told.