This is partly caused by his intense dislike ofauthority and partly caused by his own rather odd fashion sense.Whenever he ventures out in Greenwich V...llage, the masses usuallyvocalize their protest against his bizarre clothing choices; 'Hey `Nony!No', they chorus - usually with some considerable feeling. Over theyears this has had quite a depressive effect on his personality, asperhaps you may imagine.One of the oddest was one of his early forays en femme. If I recallcorrectly, it was his. ’ He scoffed. ‘Nnnno, sir. Of course not!’ She panted. Clearly lying. ‘Do you think it’s wise to lie to your teacher?’ He paused for a moment, and admired the sight that lay before him. A sweet young teenager bent over his desk. Legs pressed tightly together, giving him just a suggestion of the shape of her pussy, peeking out underneath her sore red cheeks. ‘Spread your legs. Wide. Now’ He couldn’t help but stroke a round cheek as she did so. He took a deep breath, enjoying the scent of her. She successfully resisted the reflex to yelp and pull away. She didn't resist as they pulled her arms up and spread her legs wide apart. Without loosening their grip, they slithered around her arms and legs, making coils spaced several inches apart, all the way up to her shoulders and thighs. With Claire secure in his grip, Gruthsorik took his time with the rest of his tentacles. She watched as the next two extended from his crotch and made their way towards her. They made contact along her. As he approached the house he parked up and studied the house. Trying to remember the location for the next day. For some unknown reason John decided to leave the car and wander round the grounds of the house. As he got to the back of the house he looked up and saw an open window. "That's Becky's" he said to himself. Underneath her window he noticed a trellis for the plants lead all the way to her window. In a moment of madness (Or was it) he decided to climb the the trellis and peek through.