"Spill it you asked for a reason,” she insisted with a frown. "I thought I smelled dick on your breath earlier." She laughed and laughed and laughed...until I was a bit pissed but then I laughed. "It's called sleep breath Sweetie, don't tell me you were jealous," she said before she straddled me on the bed then kissed me as she lay on top of me. I rolled my eyes I felt about the size of a pea. Here is the thing; I know what I smelled but let it slide. It turns out her guilt made for some fun. And obviously with the full knowledgeand approval of her parents. 'Damn! Damn! Damn!' I was furious andevery other emotion rolled into one. I felt so utterly helpless.Anything I did was sure to cause a scene that would ultimately leadto Debbie's parents finding out I had been turned into a fucking she-male.Looking at the clock, I saw it was 2:30 a.m. I'd barely slept anhour. I wouldn't be sleeping anymore either. No way I was going tosleep wondering what Chad and Debbie were doing in our. As much as I was looking for much more than chaste eventually, I didn’t mind starting slow. I was glad to see it even. I got back in my car and headed home.[Monday, June 23rd, 1986]I was right on time picking Kim up on Monday morning. On Sunday I had been able to dig out a large Rand McNally road atlas of Connecticut and Rhode Island. I poured over it to find the road that the Lotto HQ was on in Rocky Hill. Only a few miles south of Hartford.I was not familiar with the area, and there was no. Don’t rush. Once it’s in, I’ll open up some more and then we can fuck our brains out. Just go slow and things will be just fine.”“Okay, you’re the expert.”It took me a good minute to force my cockhead into the little brown pucker and I damn near pulled out when she gave a semi-pained grunt on my entrance. “Okay,” she said through gritted teeth, “now slowly start sliding it in deeper.”I began to carefully comply, both concerned for her and in awe of the intense tightness of her ass. “Are you all.