It was slightly slurred. "Bitch probably took too many OxyContin again..." Julia muttered observing her face in the mirror. She smiled at what she saw... she always did. She was a shining example of the preppy and privileged white sorority girl. Her hair was golden blonde and hung down to her mid back. She was incredibly petite, barely 5'6 and 120lbs. Both her chest and her ass were flat, something she had been working on fixing through plastic surgery, pending her father's approval. He hadn't. I have felt such pain and seen many horrors that no one could ever imagine, especially in my first year. I still get nightmares today, seeing the faces of those lost to us. I also have to wonder about our choices. A few times the newspapers have told the story about a man, who I saved and then killed his wife or whatever. What if I have changed the world as we know it, by saving all those thousands of people, that were meant to die, maybe god had a plan. What of God's plan for me? Maybe saving. I loved the feel of his smooth cock in my mouth and I always sucked and moved my lips back and forth in a deliberate attempt to get him to cum again. By grabbing his nuts with one hand and his cock with the other, I was able feel him getting harder. Soon he was fucking my face and thinking about cuming again. She had let go of his cock and was watching intently as I got him harder and harder. As he got aroused a second time, she pulled my shoulder away from him until his cock came out of my. Continuavo a girarmi da una parteall'altra, cercando il mio "lato migliore", l'angolo giusto perch? il mioseno assumesse le massime dimensioni. Una volta trovato, rimasi diversiminuti a guardarmi. Poi misi la mano destra sul seno sinistro, poggiandol'avambraccio sulla pancia. In preda a emozioni bellissime, mai provateprima, cominciai a piangere. Di gioia. Pensavo: "Presto comincer? aindossare il reggiseno, e so che pianger? nuovamente di felicit?, vedendoche finalmente sono diventata donna!".